“I have noticed that in our culture, transition is looked upon as ‘no-thing’, or a ‘no-place’ between places. The old trapeze bar was real, and the new one coming towards me is also real, but what about the place in between? Is this place, as in my experience, our culture promotes, just a scary, confusing, disorienting “nowhere” place that I must go through as fast and as unconsciously as possible? What if the trapeze bar was not real? My hunch is that this transition zone is the only real place, and the bars are illusions to avoid the void where real change and growth occurs. Whether or not my hunch is true, the transition zones in my life are incredibly rich places that I honor and even savor. My imagination of fear and of being out of-control may accompany transition, but they are still the most alive, growth-filled, passionate, and expansive moments in my life.” — Author Unknown
