Transition
Most everyone I know is in transition right now.
Moving. Moving on from jobs, moving up at jobs, moving out of homes, moving away from cities or marriages or stages of life they’ve simply outgrown.
Letting go of the old, on the edge of the new.
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Originally written January 9th, 2022 and published in Hail Marys:
You’re in transition.
Well yeah, I’m about to start a new job and move out of my apartment.
No, I’m talking about labor. It’s the shortest part but the main painful.
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Tossing a generous handful of joy into the mix:
The courage of this 10-year-old girl.
Community boards like this one at Flower Café.
Easter egg peanut butter M&M’s — bigger in size and happier in color.
The Dogwood that’s blooming right outside my apartment.
Today is Sunday with Jake Wesley Rogers — a bit of last week’s brilliant newsletter:
And if you don’t know Jake’s music, now is THE time. I get weepy at the 2:50 mark in this one.
QUOTE OF THE WEEK
“If I could write the beginning, it wouldn’t be in the light. It would be in the womb, in the dark, in a cave, in an egg. It would be to the name all that has been left out of what’s holy. The blood, the body. Nothing real or imagined has ever happened without it. If I could start again, I would install an altar within me. I would place the most sacred object inside it: my own heart. If I could start again, I would know that the only cathedral I’ve ever needed to find, to enter, to return to again and again, is this humble red hermitage, this mystical space that holds all the answers. I would begin again inside my heart. And I would live this way. Speaking from it.”