Between...

It's a funny thing to be between places. Between addresses. Between countries. Between communities. Between jobs. Between houses.
Liberating in many ways, like a sort of no man's land. Strangely similar in some ways to travelling long haul around the world and moving through airports following flight connections. Very little luggage...no demands...no expectations...free from normal routines...and yet also with the freedom to meet fellow travellers, exchange a smile or word...share the common experience...be present.
There are definitely occasional moments of disorientation at times, but by and large, I have settled into the rhythm of the Transition Trail - very much as I settle also into the rhythm of the long haul flight. You see, nothing big has changed.
I still have the same number of hours in each day
Am still following our Rabbi one step at a time (and am loving walking this Trail with him)
Still engage with the many small decisions which arise in any day or place
Still laugh and cry
Still learn and grow
Still breathe...

..in this Between.