I sloshed through the slush in the woods,
As the whole world seems loose and changing,
Neither ice nor water.
In boots earn their reputation,
Everything is wet,
Full and flowing,
Streams overflow their banks.
Then the gurgling and rushing waters slow and fade,
And puddles form,
Smaller,
Quieter.
The streams of consciousness run deep,
Still,
Creating calm surfaces of mind.
Even as this body is silent witness to all that changes on the outside,
So do changes occur inside.
Breathing exchanges old air for new.
Digestion and elimination processes happen.
Decay and growth cycles turn and turn and keep turning.
One emotion is felt and expressed,
Leaving room for another in its turn.
Transition seems sometimes like a permanent state,
As feelings come and go,
Often in quick succession,
One after another,
Satisfaction,
Sadness,
Fear of the unknown,
And elation.
Just as melting snow sluices the pathway for the runoff,
So do emotions scour the way for spirit.
This is the time to give in to the spirit of change and transition,
To let go of a familiar form and join the flow of new creativity.
May you welcome the transformations of your day.
Your gift today is transition.