It's moving day here.
Moving from one residence to another.
And the subtle nuances of shift and change and hope follow me here.
Saying goodbye. And tentatively embracing a new possibility.
Ever notice how transitions weave into your questions?
How do you accept change and yet create a new trajectory for your life?
What does it mean for you to move from one era to another?
To mark time and to honor the tides?
I welcome the nuances of shift and transition and open questions.
And I understand the power of supportive care and practices that remind me to listen.
A sea of boxes. And a tiny space for tea and a prayer.
What holds you during times of change?