Taizé, France
CROSSING BORDERS, THRESHOLDS
As long as I can remember, I've always had a certain reverence for crossing a border. When I was young, it was usually the Canada-U.S. border. One time we went to Winnipeg for a family vacation. Another time our 4-H group went to the waterslide park in Kanose (don't ask me why a 4-H group would do this, other than for fun).
I think this reverence for border crossing was learned from my father. My father was almost always the o...