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At the lantern-lit edge of the year, when one season exhales and another inhales, there is a pause — a space of hush and remembrance. Lantern at the Threshold is Elderwood’s companion for the long autumn evenings: a book for those who hear silence as song, and who find meaning in the thin places of the turning year.
Within its pages are meditations on liminality, the guiding flame of the lantern, and gentle practices for honoring the shift of seasons. It carries the ache of beauty, the tug of memory, and the presence of ancestors close in the dusk.
Carry this book as you would a light in the gathering dark. May it remind you that the veil is thin, the circle remembers, and the lantern is always waiting at the threshold.
At the lantern-lit edge of the year, when one season exhales and another inhales, there is a pause — a space of hush and remembrance. Lantern at the Threshold is Elderwood’s companion for the long autumn evenings: a book for those who hear silence as song, and who find meaning in the thin places of the turning year.
Within its pages are meditations on liminality, the guiding flame of the lantern, and gentle practices for honoring the shift of seasons. It carries the ache of beauty, the tug of memory, and the presence of ancestors close in the dusk.
Carry this book as you would a light in the gathering dark. May it remind you that the veil is thin, the circle remembers, and the lantern is always waiting at the threshold.