To the one in the Beginning of a Change

(Photo by Elia Pellegrini on Unsplash)

Life came in like a whirlwind and 

blew the rug out from under your chair

it rearranged all the furniture 

and left the dishes broken on the floor

Looking around the wreckage you wonder

who you are now

Surely you were SOMEBODY

at one point

You had roles - mother, wife, daughter, worker

                 and responsibilities - carpool, cooking, volunteering, 

But none of those things even make sense anymore

It’s like being adrift on a windless waveless sea

Nothing of your old life to anchor you

No sign of new shores ahead

This, my dear, is the waiting time

The liminal period between who you were

before and who you may become

though it feels weightless (and you don’t have

anti-gravity skills) it is a necessary

resting time  a pause in the otherwise

mindless scurry you call living

soon enough the pause will turn into

gestation

and not long after the next iteration of 

you will emerge

So take heart, and take time dear one

It is deeply OK

to be NOBODY for a while

Let yourself drift, untethered

until the next current finds you

Because it will.  

Trust me, dear one, it will find you

once you’ve rested and 

grieved. something else will call you 

you’ll hear it, a wave crashing ashore somewhere beyond the horizon

And then, don’t hold back

dive in full force

and be carried to unimagined shores

where the next chapter opens

you’ll buy new dishes and right the furniture

the old rug will be long gone - in it’s place something 

unexpected

This is how it works

Life transforms us whether we know

we need to transform or not

Soon enough

you’ll come home to new but familiar shores

soon enough you’ll know yourself once again