I have been thinking a lot about transitions lately.

Tran•si•tion: n. 1. Passage from one form, state, style or place to another.

Transitions close to home: My son has transitioned from elementary school into middle school. His passage has been a smooth one thus far. I was worried. I figured that the changes to a bigger school, new classmates and more responsibilities would be difficult. I assume there will be hiccups along the way at some point, but as of now it has been a quiet transformation.

Transitions in the studio: In yoga class yesterday, the teacher spoke of paying attention to the transitions between the asanas. “The transitions are when the dance occurs”, her old dance teacher once shared. Paying attention to the transitions creates more intention and more mindfulness.

In life, transitions are uncomfortable. That middle space between one path to the next is often painful. We wait for the “next” to begin with a gnawing anxiety of the unknown. Hoping that the “next” gets on with it already. Waiting for the future while missing the moment. But the moment is all we have. By rushing the transition we are missing the true moments of life. I recently read a great book called “Hand Wash Cold” by Karen Maezen Miller . She speaks about missing her life by not comprehending that her life is all of the minutia that fills each day—the laundry, the dishes—those little moments are part of life and rushing to the “next” thing shuts off connection with what is true about life moment to moment. On the mat, transitions can happen too quickly to appreciate the moments as well. Slowing down and paying attention to the transitions that take place from one asana to the next can help you toward paying attention to the in between moments of your days with appreciation instead of moving on to the future and letting life’s quiet moments pass by unrecongnized.