Transitions

Transitions rarely arrive with clarity.

Sometimes they whisper: with subtle, internal signals that something is shifting.
Other times, they come like storms: abrupt, undeniable, tearing through the life we once knew.

Photo by Sophie Szabo

Not all transitions are chosen.
Some are handed to us through loss, rupture, endings that we didn’t plan for.

A diagnosis. A death. A betrayal. A door slammed shut by fate. A redirection of life that we didn’t expect.

They strip away the known and can leave us bare. They often leave us with grief, disorientation, and an altered sense of being.

And yet, whether invited or imposed, transitions mark the points in life where we cannot stay the same.

They are the thresholds between chapters. The spaces where one self ends and another begins.

To make it to the other side of a transition is not simply to change, it is to transform.
Not just in appearance or circumstance, but in essence.

Transitions instigate a fundamental shift in how we relate to life, to ourselves, to the world around us.

In chemistry, transitions occur when a substance reaches a threshold.
A solid becomes liquid. A liquid becomes gas.
The substance remains, but its state, its expression, is completely transformed.

The same is true for us.

We remain ourselves, but we are no longer the same.

There is grief in this.
Even in chosen transitions, something is always left behind.
A version of us. A home. An expectation. A dream.

Letting go is not failure, it is part of the arc of becoming.
And the space between who we were and who we’re becoming is often tender, and marked by grief, stillness, and the slow work of becoming whole again, of feeling like ourselves. 

Transformation requires time.
Time to feel.
Time to integrate.
Time to settle into the new shape that life is asking us to hold.

This is not stagnation, but the necessary stillness between the waves.

What guides us through these moments is not logic, but inner alignment.
We are confronted with a need to trust in the body’s wisdom, and a willingness to follow the flicker of intuition, even when the mind protests.

Because intuition is not irrational, it is a remembering.
A deeper knowing that pulses beneath the noise.

When we choose to move in integrity with that knowing, life begins to reorganise around us.
What no longer resonates falls away.
What is meant for us begins to appear, not through force, but through frequency.

Transitions happen on every level.
Physical. Cognitive. Emotional. Spiritual.

They occur in our relationships, our work, our health, our inner and external world.
They are not detours from life, they are life itself - calling us to move towards a better, and more aligned version of ourselves.

Transitions are evolutionary propositions of change that knock on the doors of our very existence, begging us to follow the call, even more so when we choose to continue to retreat into the shadows.  

Transitions are the pivotal points. The initiations. The exponential moments of growth we came here to embody.

In nature, this is the norm.
The snake sheds its skin.
The tree surrenders its leaves.
The caterpillar dissolves inside the cocoon, becoming unrecognisable before it takes flight.

Nothing resists the evolution it was built for.
So why would you?

To honour a transition is to honour life’s rhythm.
To say yes to becoming.
To listen.
To feel.
To let go, not in despair, but in devotion to what wants to emerge.

And when the dust begins to settle, when your feet meet the ground of a new reality, there is a quiet knowing, not that everything is perfect, but that you are finally living in alignment with the truth of this moment.

This is what it means to grow.
To become more of who you are meant to be.
To move forward not as who you were, but as who you’ve been becoming all along.

In the end, it’s not the transition that defines us, but how we meet it. It is how we move through the unknown, and who we become because of it. Each threshold is an invitation: to listen more deeply, to realign with what is true, and to let go of what no longer fits.

You are not falling apart, you are being reshaped by life’s quiet hands. Trust the rhythm. It’s taking you somewhere true.