Transitions are hard. One space to the next. The not knowing sends our system into super drive.
Hanging in the mystery of what we will find through the next door is tough to handle.
Piled on top is the anxiety of missing something left behind.
Sandwiched between what was and what will be.
Are we safe enough within ourselves to truly be in the moment? All in. Guts and glory. Here and now?
If we are we can stand still in the moment, not what has gone before or what will become, but what is. Hanging in the overly mysterious moment of now.