While Spring arrived late this year, it’s been well worth the wait. What a beautiful shift into the season of transition – pregnant with possibility, profound in rebirth, and filled with new beginnings.
Not all transitions are welcome or smoothly navigated. The wait between stations can try the patience of Job. Seven years ago, in The In-Between That Kills, I explored that tiny space in the middle that often presents itself as a gaping abyss. Transition is once again center stage in my life and those close to me: graduations, college, first grade, new house, new jobs, milestone career promotions, re-branding.
There is so much excitement to ‘be there’ now. How anxious we become as we wait for outcomes, the road map, the decision, that date on the calendar. Have you heard? Today’s expectations are tomorrow’s disappointments.
“Life immediately becomes difficult when you attach yourself to too many expectations. The reason I dislike having expectations (outside of business) is because it takes away your awareness of the moment – the happiness of the now. Sometimes, even if your expectation can come to fruition, you realized that you were not as happy as you thought you would be or you miss out on the beauty of the journey in getting there,” (Mandy Morris).
Surrender to where you are – to the process – to the present moment. You hear this ALL the time, but it’s true. Today’s blessings will be missed if your eyes are focused on tomorrow.
A Blessing About Interim Time
When neat the end of day, life has drained
Out of light, and it is too soon
For the mind of night to have darkened things,
No place looks like itself, loss of outline
Makes everything look strangely in-between,
Unsure of what has been, or what might come.
In this wan light, even trees seem groundless.
In a while it will be night, but nothing
Here seems to believe the relief of dark.
The path you took to get here has washed out;
The way forward is still concealed from you.
“The old is not old enough to have died away;
The new is still too young to be born.”
You cannot lay claim to anything;
In this place of dusk,
Your eyes are blurred;
And there is no mirror.
Everyone else has lost sight of your heart
And you can see nowhere to put your trust;
You know you have to make your own way through.
What is being transfigured here is your mind,
And it is difficult and slow to become new.
The more faithfully you can endure here,
The more refined your heart will become
For your arrival in the new dawn.
~ John O’Donohue ~
Irish poet, author, priest, and Hegelian philosopher.
~From the desk of Becky Morlok~
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