“Pay attention to the space between,” my yoga teacher says as we move from one pose to another. “Notice not only the events, but the movement between the events.” My body slows down as I move from Child’s Pose to Downward Facing Dog—noticing not only the beginning pose or the final pose, but the flow from one pose to the next. That space between events.
How often this is true in my day to day life. I notice the event.
And what slips away are the moments between.
The sunrise or sunset as I drive to or from.
The aromas as I prepare the meal.
The exchange or glance that shows more than tells.
The feelings that occur before the event… Anticipation…fear…excitement…dread.
As if those moments don’t count. Or they don’t have as much meaning as the actual event.
Life happens in the transitions. They are the moments of wondering. Not happening. They are the moments of noticing. Not doing. They are the moments of anticipation. Not performing. They are the links between. And when those moments in between are lived fully, life is lived fulfilledly. The vacation planned with family over dinners and over brochures, over laughs and excitement sometimes even surpasses the vacation—and certainly enhances the vacation. The shopping for just the right gift and the painstaking planning for the party or the wrapping of the gift with creativity and caring, holds the person being honored in a way that extends the celebration. Life in the transitions expands the event.
It is like that in writing. Transitions are the connecters. They bring one event to fullness as they link to the next event. They link theme to support and evidence. They link beginning, middle and end. As writers, we sometimes take for granted the transitions, yet the transitions are a space that holds the writing together. Moves the writing from thoughtful to meaningful. Sometimes silently. Just like in life.
Today I choose to hold the transitions. I choose to view and live those moments of passing between with acknowledgement, wonder and fullness. This happens for me through reflection. By going to the yoga mat and taking time to notice the space between poses, I begin to notice the space between in the day to day movements of my life. By sharing with a friend through tears and laughter our bonds become greater than the events that connect us. I write not just for the finished product, but for the process that makes writing meaningful and fulfilling. By writing in a daily way, I deepen the meaning of my writing as I focus not only on the slice but the spaces between the slices.
Life happens in the transitions.