Every typical weekday many of us go through an amazing rite of transition. We move, physically, emotionally, & for a few, spiritually, from a private space called home to a public space called work and back again to that private space. Public – private – public – private , each time undergoing a transformation of sorts. Back in the day when people wore hats as a necessary dress item we could quickly identify who we were and what we did by the hat we wore upon our head. Today the phrase remains “I’m changing hats right now” to indicate that the present roll we are playing is undergoing a significant shift. I don’t have a hat, I have a commute. Sometimes it comes in the guise of an angry bus driver throwing passengers around in the back, some times it’s the roaring subway, other times a long, slow walk home. This moment of transit is rich with insight and introspection for me. I watch the paterns made by the 800 people criscrossing the intersection of 5th Ave & 42nd St. I observe the shapes of the buildings whirling by or the streak of lights in the tunnel. I recall memories from long ago, or just yesterday. We constantly move – we hate to stop – we focus ahead – we miss a lot.
My life is made up of transitions – how I string them together makes the music of my existance.
So true. Love it. I like the hat thing. I always loved how Mr Rogers would sing to me when he changed his sweater and shoes.