The evening sky and construction crane lights fought with each other through the palm. The scene was natural and manmade, with the light sources fighting each other as the day faded. I could hear life’s whispers, using the imagery as a learning canvas. In the peace of a gentle breeze silently embracing me as I walked, I could see the guides that linger on as today begins.
Transitions are rarely easy. One might think they are natural. My experiences remind me that this has not been true, at least not for me. I look back, hearing the old writer’s words; “Remember those early days after you first saw the light? Those were the hard times!” (Hebrews 10.32). The easiest transition times share a common thread as I anticipated and embraced the difficulties found in that moment.
Transitions offer stark choices, frequently asking for courage and strength. Knowing in one’s head that one must face a choice and decide will not mean that one will take the decision. I know my choices will, in the end, be emotional. My head informs my heart. My situation gives me reasons for the decision to be taken. In the end, it is my heart that decides. Whatever choice is made, the result will reveal my soul in ways I did not imagine.
Transitions are opportunities that appear and, if left unattended, disappear. In the fading light, it was clear that this transition was measured in minutes. When I walked by later that evening, everything was dark, and whatever opportunity was, it had now been lost, at least for the day.
Today begins with several doorways that represent growth and change. Each is a transition from what is to what can be. I see echoes of the palm in the fading eve, knowing now is the time to act. Each step is an exercise in caring to make a difference. The primary result is new insights and understanding, creating within me an opportunity to move towards a better self. Today is a fresh opportunity for me and others to move forward.
