Mystery Of Transitions

The Why of Transitions, their purpose and specific meaning often are deep, vast & unknowable.

Life itself is a mystery. As much as we love to think we know the reason & rationale for anything, some experiences just are. Encoded with clues, invitations & discoveries their gift is to be known through experience.

When I am struggling, find myself in the spin of the “why” questions in a transition, I pause, take a breath and choose to engage in an art form that reminds me of the mystery.

This is one of many poems I turn to by Mary Oliver.

May it offer you a reminder too.

Mary Oliver

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.


How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.

How two hands touch and the bonds will
never be broken.

How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.

This is from Evidence: Poems by Mary Oliver, published by Beacon Press, 2009.