People arrive at a crossing in all kinds of ways. Sometimes we choose it, sometimes it chooses us, and sometimes the life we were living quietly stops fitting. What these crossings share isn't difficulty. It's that the ground is unfamiliar, and our usual ways of getting our bearings stop working.

Sent from somewhere in England, in the middle of my own crossing, this is a letter about that terrain and the stories that have always helped us find our way through it. It's also an invitation: this December, I'm bringing back The Liminal, a three-part series for anyone standing at a threshold of their own.