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In daily life there is an inner transition I can consciously practice. This is the transition from fear to faith. Faced with ambiguity and uncertainty, I can choose to believe things will work out for the best.
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You know when transformation happens? Right now. It's a present activity. Who is the new you? Show me the new you.
I had traversed the line from doctor to patient, from actor to acted upon, from subject to direct object.
This was the second stage in my life, a step in my personal evolution
abandoning the idea of being different, and settling for normal ... Gradually I drew nearer to the world, and the world drew nearer to me.
I've always believed there are moments in our lives which can be defined as a transition between the before and after, between the cause and the effect.
Light precedes every transition. Whether at the end of a tunnel, through a crack in the door or the flash of an idea, it is always there, heralding a new beginning.
In every journey comes a moment ... one like no other. And in that moment, you must decide between who you are ... and who you want to be.
For some, transformation comes quickly, but for most of us, the changes are gradual.
The leap is made by dropping vanity over knowledge and by a willingness to become nothing in order to become everything.
The moment in between what you once were, and who you are now becoming, is where the dance of life really takes place
A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness ... and suddenly the "I" pales, pales, and fades out.
The human journey is a continuous act of transfiguration.
There is a point at which a transformation has to take place.
The basic dynamics of conversion are summed up for me in the words LEAVE-ARRIVE, END-BEGIN, SHED-EMERGE. These are the tensions of conversion and spiritual awakening.
Are you moving forward, or just moving?
Piece by piece,
I slowly fade away,
I slowly drift apart.
This is the nature of going forward into being: A series of self-transforming ascents of level.
A great leap in the dark
Transformation takes place within us when we learn to be intentional and go from focusing on me to others, success to significance, limited to limitless, and scarcity to abundance.
From birth,....... I've been on a mission now it's time to enjoy the transitions
People change, he thought -it's truism- but how? Our life is confined to days, after all: Sunday to Monday, dusk to dawn. What great alterations can take place in someone between breakfast and lunch? Is it possible to wake up as one person and fall asleep as another?
Your current situation is a platform of experience that inspires the next thought and the next. When
Insight comes at a moment of transition between work and relaxation.
You're becoming. You're in the process of becoming. You just don't know what yet.
That felt right. It felt okay to stop there, for now, as we walked through the future.
To move from here to there, sometimes there is a need to suspend the present realities; they can be a distraction.
Every day, you reinvent yourself. You're always in motion. But you decide every day: forward or backward.
Change is a digital continuum.
You are moving forward one way or another.
We desire an exciting future, but the demand for familiar and comfortable tempers our steps to the point that often our steps are little more than stepping in place.
I move from realism to fantasy without the spectator ever noticing.
The forward step must be made in silence. We detach ourselves from word forms - this can be accomplished by substituting for words, letters, concepts, verbal concepts, other modes of expressions: for example, color.
Relationships are forged in pauses
Without moving, you walk through lands you imagine you can see, and your thoughts, weaving in and out of the story, delight in the details or follow the outlines of the adventures. You merge with the character; you think you're the one whose heart is beating so hard within the clothes he's wearing.
Mankind progresses not smoothly, as by a sliding carpet ascent, but by rugged steps broken by gaps. He halts long on one stage before taking the next. Often he remains stationary, unable to form resolution to step forward - sometimes even has turned round and retrograded.
When you're in transition, you will need to find a different kind of security. It's not one of labels, guarantees or bank balances. It's guidance - the directions of your own inner voice. Moment by moment you know what to do. You are safer than ever before.
It is with this movement, with the passage and dissolution of impressions, images, sensations, that analysis leaves off - that continual vanishing away, that strange, perpetual weaving and unweaving of ourselves.
The interval between the decay of the old and the formation and establishment of the new constitutes a period of transition which must always necessarily be one of uncertainty, confusion, error, and wild and fierce fanaticism.
At that point where you have decided to upgrade from aspiration to expectation and have begun to visualize an outcome, something incredibly important has happened, you have committed to the process of change.
Change follows change in us, almost without transition; we pass from blissful rapture to sobbing woe; a single step divides our sublimest ecstasies from the darkest depth of spiritual despondency.
Every chemical reaction has a transition state.
I become an actor, a quick-change artist, as if I can trap the Prince of Truth in the act of switching a style.
The journey transforms the destination.
Anthropologist Victor Turner writes that we are most free to explore identity in places outside of our normal routines, places that are in some way "betwixt and between." Turner calls them liminal, from the Latin word for "threshold.
Our surroundings fade and we exist in unison, two people who once shared cups of coffee, unprecedentedly ourselves in a changing world.
All of a sudden something breaks off sharply. The adventure is over, time resumes its daily routine. I turn; behind me, this beautiful melodious form sinks entirely into the past. It grows smaller, contracts as it declines, and now the end makes one with the beginning.
As we travel again between life and death,
Waking and dream, blinking, while layers within layers,
None better, none worse, unravel and knit up before us ...
into another identity. And I
Each sporadic burst of work, each minor success and disappointment, each moment of calm and relaxation, seemed merely a temporary halt on my steady descent through layer after layer of depression, like an elevator stopping for a moment on the way down to the basement.
It is happily and kindly provided that in every life there are certain pauses, and interruptions, which force consideration upon the careless, and seriousness upon the light, points of time where one course of action ends and another begins.
You're always kind of shifting and changing and it's a really exciting process.
A moment will pass, but a movement will last.
The journey in between what you once were and who you are now becoming is where the dance of life takes place.
Learn from the mistakes, and beware of the transitions.
A moment's beginning ends in a moment
Changes in life, taking the turning point.
Everyone passes numerous paths along the road of life. There's a dilemma when it comes to choosing.
I'm so grateful that I had the luxury of transitioning in private. Because when you transition in the public eye, the transition becomes the story.
Life has changed into a timeless succession of shocks, interspaced with empty, paralysed intervals.
There are moments when clear images finally begin to emerge within the abstract painting of your life.
This landscape is animate: it moves, transposes, builds, proceeds, shifts, always going on, never coming back, and one can only retain it in vignettes, impressions caught in a flash, flipped through in succession, leaving a richness of images imprinted on a sunburned retina.
Time is passing : not leaden stepping
But sprinting on winged feet,
Quick silver slipping by.
The single set of footprints, Joe and Lynn had been seeing in their dreams, steadily reverted to the original set of two. Now, they found themselves standing, with wonderment and anticipation, on the threshold of a new beginning.
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Similarly you can make a transition from one set of instruments to another imperceptibly.
Some of life's moments mark a break in consciousness; others give rise to streams of scintillating, philosophical ideas or astonishing works of art; still others, to important meeting or profound personal upheavals.
Insights, after all, come from the overlap between seemingly unrelated thoughts. They emerge when concepts are transposed, when the rules of one place are shifted to a new domain.
Movements never quite exist, they are passages, intermediaries between two existences, moments of weakness, I expected to see them come out of nothingness, progressively ripen, blossom: I was finally going to surprise beings in the process of being born.
In general, lives seem to veer abruptly from one thing to another, to jostle and bump, to squirm. A person heads in one direction, turns sharply in mid-course, stalls, drifts, starts up again. Nothing is ever known, and inevitably we come to a place quite different from the one we set out for.
Remember that transformation is a present activity.
Day sky to night sky, the change was so gradual it seemed not to have a boundary, but there was a point where you could say one had come and the other shoved aside.
If you mould yourself according to time and let yourself flow with the changing
circumstances, see, what you will soon transform into.
Up and down, up and down, a ladder of choices leading to the next choice, and the next, until suddenly you've run out of choices, and ladder, and you find time as rare and thin as air on a mountain. Then it's oops, sorry, turn's over.
When there is no possibility of retreat, we will find the innovation that only the liminal situation can bring. In short, we find the faith of leap.
Transitional periods in life are unsettling because a person's latent fears constantly whisper warnings.
Life is full of magnetic interims that call what is separate and different to become one, to enter into the art and presence of belonging.
I'm lost in a transition. The old is dead, and I don't know what the new is. The only way to find the new is to start different things and see if there's something that can come out of experimentation. It's somewhat unsettling, but it's a hopeful thing in a way. I've been here before, lots of times.
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As we take, in fact, a general view of the wonderful stream of our consciousness, what strikes us first is this different pace of its parts. Like a bird 's life, it seems to be made of an alternation of flights and perchings.
Everything is in flux: everything changes; the body changes, the soul changes. We are capable of extraordinary self-transmutat ion and internal self-transforma tion.
I closed my eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm tired. My knee is hurting again and I'm trying to teleport myself upstairs."
"Um, Kate, you can't do that."
"I know. But I'm trying very hard. Let me know if I start fading?
I'll hear a song I love and suddenly I'm isolated from everything around me just for a nanosecond. That's a moment between a moment.
The transition from cause to effect, from event to event, is often carried on by secret steps, which our foresight cannot divine, and our sagacity is unable to trace.
Life is a continous journey of transformation
We started seeing motion as a sign of success and transition as a sign of progress.
Already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group and then excited with triumph glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light.
I do not portray the thing in itself. I portray the passage; not a passing from one age to another, or, as the people put it, from seven years to seven years, but from day to day, from minute to minute.
Change never comes slowly, brewing on the horizon. It's always in a second. Balanced on the rip of a razor blade, in empty pill bottles, behind two pink lines, or learning that one of your children is slowly slipping into a world of silence.
At this moment, you are seamlessly flowing with the cosmos. There is no difference between your breathing and the breathing of the rain forest, between your bloodstream and the world's rivers, between your bones and the chalk cliffs of Dover.
Change is like a river: nothing is the same, even for an instant. Everything is continually moving through the six stages of change: about to come into being, beginning, expanding, approaching maximum potential, peaking, and finally, passing its peak and flowing into its new condition.
Sometimes you move publicly, sometimes privately. Sometimes quietly, sometimes at the top of your voice.
I've always had a fascination for the stage which has to do with transfiguration. One moment you are John Smith from East Brighton riding in your cart, and the next moment you are in a completely different world.
Everything suddenly seems displaced, subtle gradations erase borders, but it's more forceful than that.
It interests me to imagine characters shifting from one situation and one location to another for whatever the circumstances may be.
Voices of Transition educates, opens minds to new possibilities and presents a new vision of how our food system could be. As a historic transition unfolds, this film is a very powerful tool.
Moving forward sometimes demands that we live lost, knowingly surrendering our attachment to who we think we are, voluntarily stumbling around in the dark with little to guide us.
Every turning point in life has a significant moment that accompanies it. It changes relationships, feelings and perspectives, altering the way you see the world around you.
Life is one passage and then you keep moving into another state.
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The transition's of life's second half offer a special kind of opportunity to break with the social conditioning and do something really new and different.
At the moment you are no longer an observing, reflecting being; you have ceased to be aware of yourself; you exist only in that quiet, steady thrill that is so unlike any excitement that you have ever known.