Transitions

I've been thinking alot lately about the process of change and how interesting it is to be, in Jana Stanfield's words "between the no longer and the not yet". We live in a culture of "Just Do It" and so to be in a place where the old no longer seems to fit as well but the new is yet to be determined can be a little discombobulating.  I suspect if I simply paid attention to nature, I might receive some clues about how to navigate through this part of my journey with some grace. 

I have the privilege to live in Canada where the change of the seasons is still a guaranteed event. Some years, the transition between two seasons is gradual and there are days when it's not quite one season and not yet thet other...that nebulous 'mystery season' that is created by the exchange of the torch from one to the other. Nature doesn't worry about how long that takes (or doesn't take - in the years when the transition is swift) nor does she worry about what it looks like or even whether anyone will like the process or not. Now, I can't deign to really know what Nature thinks but I suspect this is true.If I break it down even further, the green shoots of a daffodil hovering beneath snow in late spring does not care how long it takes for the snow to melt, for the warmth of the sun to shine on it's burgeoning blossoms. It takes it all in stride and when it's ready to bloom, wow...what beauty!And so, I hold the image of the daffodil in my mind as I transition from one part of my life to the next. I'm waiting, just beneath the snow, ready to burst into brilliant colours and bless the world around me.