Transitional Thoughts (Journal 10)

Transitional Thoughts

From here to there. From there back to here.

I like being here, but being there is different.

Being there is challenging, being there is new.

I like familiar here though.

Make new friends and keep the old, one is silver and the other gold….can that be applied to places? Can I be in both spaces? My heart can be.

Pockets of my heart everywhere. It’s about the people in places.

 Some people are just there in the transition. Transitional friends.

Others are here to stay.

Others are there to stay.

Its people who help make somewhere stable.

From here to there to where, in my words, I can say “I am here,” and know where I am.

I always take a picture of the loved people from there to here.

 Here I keep them. They’re with me always.

The people here I see in person. I take them to there and yonder with me as well.

 Each place has something special, something that helps the transition be exciting.

 If I didn’t have transitions I may get bored. But it’s the going from here to there, not the landing, that is difficult.

In the middle of the journey, before my bags are unpacked.

That can be exciting for a brief time, then it is uncomfortable, and I’m ready to settle. Settle in the new or settle in the old, but have some settling.

Actual friends instead of acquaintances. 

Having photographs of familiar faces brings the transition to a close.

As I see them in print and paper form, I know these ones aren’t with me, but they’re settled in my heart in the new place.

 Familiar sounds also help with the transition.

Music, songs of the past being brought into the “now.”

The ocean. It remains where it is, but it seems to travel with me. Each place I’ve lived, it doesn’t let me go. I’m so grateful.

Myself transitions, but I still stay me.

Each place must have tea, tea makes everything better…for me anyways.

Phones, in this digital age, the connection, the sound of guiding voices through transition comforts, encourages. I can’t image traveling distances, moving from family and friends and not having their voices right there at my disposal. They were strong back then!

Plane tickets get me from here to there and from there to here, but my heart and mind don’t always travel as quickly at the jet.

So I have my pictures, my tea, my Bible, knowledge of myself, my phone, my smiles to strangers, my guitar, the Holy Spirit.