(I have had this document lying around my desktop since 2003. It was very telling at that point in my life, as I had just lost my job, and I could totally identify. Some recent posts by Doggygirl and ReadytoChange prompted me to post it here. Hope this helps others, too.)
Transformation
Sometimes I feel that my life is a series of trapeze swings. I?m either hanging onto a trapeze bar swinging, or for a few moments in my life, I?m hurtling across space in between trapeze bars.
Most of the time, I spend my life hanging on for dear life to my trapeze-bar-of-the-moment. It carries me along at a certain steady rate of swing, and I have the feeling that I?m in control of my life. I know most of the right questions and even some of the right answers. But, once in awhile, as I?m merrily (or not so merrily) swinging along, I look out ahead of me into the distance, and what do I see? I see another trapeze bar swinging toward me. It?s empty, and I know, in that place in me that knows, that this new trapeze bar has my name on it. It is my next step, my growth, my aliveness coming to get me. In my heart-of-hearts, I know that for me to grow, I must release my grip on this present, well-known bar to move to the new one.
Each time it happens to me, I hope (no, I pray) that I won?t have to grab a new one. But, in my knowing place, I know that I must totally release my grasp on the old bar, and for some moment in time I must hurtle across space before I can grab onto the new bar. Each time I am filled with absolute terror. It doesn?t matter that in all my previous hurtles across the void of unknowing I have always made it. Each time I am afraid that I will miss, that I will be crushed on the unseen rocks in the bottomless chasm between the bars. But I do it anyway. Perhaps this is the essence of what the mystics call the faith experience. No guarantees, no net, no insurance policy, but you do it anyway because somehow, to keep hanging on to that old bar is no longer on the list of alternatives. And so for an eternity that can last a microsecond or a thousand lifetimes, I soar across the dark void of the ?past is gone; the future is not yet here.? It?s called the transition. I have come to believe that this is the only place that real change occurs. I mean real change, not the pseudo-change that only lasts until the next time my old buttons get punched.
I have noticed that, in our culture, this transition zone is looked upon as a ?no-thing: a no place between places.? Sure, the old trapeze bar was real, and the new one coming towards me, well, I hope that?s real, too. But the void in between? That?s just a scary, confusing, disorienting ?nowhere? that must be gotten through as fast and as unconsciously as possible. What a waste! I have a sneaking suspicion that the transition zone is the only real thing and the bars are illusions we dream up to avoid the void, where the real change, the real growth, occurs for us. Whether or not my hunch is true, it remains that the transition zones in our lives are incredibly rich places. They should be honored, even savored. Yes, with all of the pain and fear and feelings of being out of control that can, but not necessarily, accompany transitions, they are still the most alive, most growth-filled, passionate, expansive moments in our lives.
Transformation
Sometimes I feel that my life is a series of trapeze swings. I?m either hanging onto a trapeze bar swinging, or for a few moments in my life, I?m hurtling across space in between trapeze bars.
Most of the time, I spend my life hanging on for dear life to my trapeze-bar-of-the-moment. It carries me along at a certain steady rate of swing, and I have the feeling that I?m in control of my life. I know most of the right questions and even some of the right answers. But, once in awhile, as I?m merrily (or not so merrily) swinging along, I look out ahead of me into the distance, and what do I see? I see another trapeze bar swinging toward me. It?s empty, and I know, in that place in me that knows, that this new trapeze bar has my name on it. It is my next step, my growth, my aliveness coming to get me. In my heart-of-hearts, I know that for me to grow, I must release my grip on this present, well-known bar to move to the new one.
Each time it happens to me, I hope (no, I pray) that I won?t have to grab a new one. But, in my knowing place, I know that I must totally release my grasp on the old bar, and for some moment in time I must hurtle across space before I can grab onto the new bar. Each time I am filled with absolute terror. It doesn?t matter that in all my previous hurtles across the void of unknowing I have always made it. Each time I am afraid that I will miss, that I will be crushed on the unseen rocks in the bottomless chasm between the bars. But I do it anyway. Perhaps this is the essence of what the mystics call the faith experience. No guarantees, no net, no insurance policy, but you do it anyway because somehow, to keep hanging on to that old bar is no longer on the list of alternatives. And so for an eternity that can last a microsecond or a thousand lifetimes, I soar across the dark void of the ?past is gone; the future is not yet here.? It?s called the transition. I have come to believe that this is the only place that real change occurs. I mean real change, not the pseudo-change that only lasts until the next time my old buttons get punched.
I have noticed that, in our culture, this transition zone is looked upon as a ?no-thing: a no place between places.? Sure, the old trapeze bar was real, and the new one coming towards me, well, I hope that?s real, too. But the void in between? That?s just a scary, confusing, disorienting ?nowhere? that must be gotten through as fast and as unconsciously as possible. What a waste! I have a sneaking suspicion that the transition zone is the only real thing and the bars are illusions we dream up to avoid the void, where the real change, the real growth, occurs for us. Whether or not my hunch is true, it remains that the transition zones in our lives are incredibly rich places. They should be honored, even savored. Yes, with all of the pain and fear and feelings of being out of control that can, but not necessarily, accompany transitions, they are still the most alive, most growth-filled, passionate, expansive moments in our lives.
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