Right up on the face of it, transition. Feeling eerily calm with it, transitions, sometimes.

Sometimes it washes over me like a giant wave, transition, flips me on my head, lying on the ground, dropped, wondering, transition.

How to handle the upside down? Keep your bearings when what was is suddenly not, how to?

Like Jesus riding in on the palms, a week later supper, a few final lessons, then face like flint, and then hanging from a tree, transitions.

No kids around today, solo, lots I could do, feeling it certain just now, reclining, reading, writing, dosing, you know this, in the transition just now.

Be with it, ok with it, sure of it, it demands the moment, a few more maybe, certainly more, transitions.