transition...
"Try not to put a period where god put a comma..."
Still before the Gate of Wisdom, I find myself standing in an “in-between”.
Transition is rarely neat. It rarely comes with a manual or a promise.
It asks only of me to loosen my grip on what has been,
without quite knowing what’s ahead.
Not always an outer shift, sometimes an inner rearrangement.
An allusive re-orientation because values have shifted,
circumstances has changed, people grow, the weather shifts.
Unintended blessings fall like unrecognizable feathers to land in my lap,
and if I am unfamiliar it can take me off guard.
Just as one season leads in to another,
one breath rises and falls from inhale to exhale.
Calling to the trembling place, the pause between the known and the unnamed,
the emptying and the rushing forth of what inevitably will come…
I greet this threshold with presence.
This doorway doesn’t ask me to hurry,
just to listen.
To trust when that next step is taken I will know where to place my foot and have the strength to bear the weight of what is next.
So how does that feel in the body, in the breath? how does it shapes the heart?
In a way, to be in transition is to live with a kind of ache:
something ending, something not yet begun.
Wisdom here isn’t about clarity, but about letting myself be reshaped by the in-between. About opening my hand, trusting that I am capable of navigating whatever lies ahead… being present with what that asks of me and allowing change to happen. The one constant is change.
Where in your life are you crossing a threshold?
It might be subtle, like a small change of the day to day rhythm, or a seismic full turning of the wheel.
Wherever you are, transition has something to teach us.
