Transition
SUNDAY
9 FEB 2025—
What we know of transitions — a shift, a change in our perspective or state of being — is that we are always in the ever-present flow of them.
Oh, if we could just let ourselves float. Lately, I’ve been floating a little — and also tussling with myself — and floundering.
Though the February ground may still be frozen, the soil masks undercurrents of movement and growth. Behind our eyes and resting flesh electric synapses are firing, impatiently waiting for our first move.
It reminds me of the David Whyte poem, “Start Close In.” He recently had a Three Sundays series that centered on that idea. I love these lectures so much.
It’s important we clear space emotionally and physically. What do I need to clear out? PLENTY. I made a “top 5” priority list for myself out of a laundry list of voices calling.
What’s my first step? Edit one poem.
Next step? Hold my beer …
“On any given day,
seismic shifts can rattle our skulls,
tectonic plates crack open
earthen mounds of understanding
making wide a new way forward. ”
