The Threshold

A year ago, as we packed for our family vacation, I had no idea that we would spend an amazing afternoon in Archibald, Manitoba, moving through the rooms of two houses in which Nellie McClung had lived.

This front entrance to the McClung home leads straight to the small room in which Nellie wrote. She had a room of her own, within a busy household as wife, mother, and crusader for social justice.

A turn to the left takes you to the stairway to the bedrooms, a turn to the right takes you to the parlour.

We are at a threshold now. It will not matter which way we turn as we cross it--our needs will be met.