In the Midst of Transition

Transition: the process or a period of changing from one state or condition to another. Miriam Webster

I am in a new house surrounded by boxes full, boxes empty and a floor covered with packing paper.

I am once again in a transition. Leaving behind what was and stepping into…I don’t know what, yet.

I find myself happy, emboldened, and anticipatory with sprinkles of tears. Today tears came as I pulled individualized unique pottery bowls out of a box and remembered the story of each bowl. The dates are written on the bottom. One was marked 2014, the year I began buying one to two bowls during Super-Bowl season. These bowls made my local artists feed the hungry in the community. I love these bowls. As I unpack them I remember where I bought each one and from whom. I breathe in the Beauty that came through an artist’s vision and I tear up. Is it an inspirational movement or am I releasing a past into the present moment? I don’t know and it doesn’t matter. I allow the tears to cleanse my cheeks reminding myself my solid ground is within me as the world around me is unpacking.

Truth be told — you and I are always going through a transition. Every day something is ending and something is beginning.

I remember buying a copy of William Bridge’s book Transitions when it came out in 1980. The big revelation in the collective consciousness became the realization that an end had to happen before a beginning could happen. He shared three phases to transition: the end, the neutral zone, and the new beginning. With my transition right now I could say I am in all three. I am at the end of full time living in Spokane, I ended single status. I am in the neutral zone of anticipating the next. I am beginning the new as I am meeting people who will become my next community.

Meditation, I believe, is the answer to most situations that arise. Being an active meditator has certainly guided me in my current transition. I am clear in the moment what is mine to do next. I can witness the states I am in. I trust the Divine Presence when I am awoken at 3 am to meditate and when I cry unpacking. This week I was led to a local metaphysical center where I practiced intuitive knowing with a group of women.

My home office is under construction and will be ready by July. In the meantime I will sit with my laptop wherever I am, working from a transitory space. Life is so different when the certainty is an inner Presence, not an external form.

Blessings to you, this week, my friend.

“We resist transition not because we can’t accept the change, but because we can’t accept letting go of that piece of ourselves that we have to give up when and because the situation has changed.” ― William Bridges, The Way Of Transition: Embracing Life’s Most Difficult Moments