(c) Shelley Hainer, Cranberry Bog, Nantucket, MA
Hypothesis: Transition weaves the fabric of our lives
Think concept: concentric circles. Now. Think practical: measuring cups. Each fit into each other, collapse and expand, expand and collapse. The conceptual and the practical. The global, or microcosmic, the grandiose, or intimate.
Even right there in that thought process there is a great big leap, a transition. The words themselves explain the ideas, and as read, transition off the page into the mind of understanding.
Each idea alive in the mind with a picture, sensation, reference point by association, concludes its meaning. Vacillate between, in that in between, between the large and the small. There is that blink of being neither here, nor there. That space in between, sense it?
We transition from here to there, there to here, constantly, all day long, every single moment is a transition into the next.
(c) Shelley Hainer, Jardin Luxembourg, Paris
Choose any event. A move to a new house: A move out of a chair. Choose any action. A turn at the corner: A turn of the head. Choose any milestone. A graduation from college: An exhalation of breath. Yes, big life transitions. Yes. small momentary transitions.
Your last exhalation one day will mark a milestone, a transition out of life. Inhalation, each one, an invigoration of life as the breath of your life transitions in. Intimate, microcosmic, life sustained through osmosis. Transition of breath. We never think of it. Not much. It works without thought, thankfully. Our exhalation, too, relaxes our system a transition from holding on, a yielding of tension.
We move out of a chair without thinking. We dash. We jump up, dash and exhale. We turn our head this way and that. Without thought, recognition or consideration. We rely on millions of transitions all day long without thought, without consideration. We take our transitions for granted. Don’t we?
Transition perspective.
A bigger cup holds a stack of cups that fit together, the widest concentric circles embraces all others. Life’s milestones offer bouquets of firsts: home, career, travel, friendships, relationships, all transitions, before and after, with and without. Life events usher transitions.
Transition is in the details. The bigger picture is really made of many, many, clusters of transition moments, probably millions. Transitions compose life. Living in that in between where we exchange one moment for the next, we sense the continuity of an eternal now that appears as a blink outside of time. That snap of in between threads the loom of moments that we weave as the fabric of our day. Each moment is a building block in the illusion of time, where stories are born for our telling.
What happens when we rest in the in between? In the nucleus of any transitioning moment awaits the rich wonder and awe inspired pleasure of simply being present to all that is.