Arabesque saute, glissade, grand jete *(arabesk sowtay, gleesahd, grahnd zhetay)
That’s french for, “jump off one leg with the other one extended high and behind you, transfer your weight from one foot to the other in a gliding motion, and then make a large leap,” in the language of Ballet.
Glissade, that little gliding step in the middle, is the connector. Officially called a “transition” step in dance, it the indispensable mini-step without which the dancer cannot get from the first jump to the second. Well he could, but it would be awkward, uncomfortable, jarring, and overly demanding physically. Sound familiar?
As we go through our daily life there are very few moments that feel final; it’s more like we lurch or spin from one thing to the next, called on to keep going and usually thinking ahead to the next requirement, rarely aware of our ground. Not only do we need to create mini steps that get us from one event to the other (our transition routine) but those steps can both slide us into, and prepare us for, what’s coming next.
Yesterday, I wrote about the seemingly simple transitions that aren’t always easy. Today, I questioned writing about it again, but I have more than a suspicionn that paying attention to the smaller transitions might just build the necessary “muscle” for encountering the biggies like, job change, moving, divorce, grown children moving out, grown children moving back in…
My husband’s friend Rick, an artist, had a studio in the downstairs of his apartment. Every morning he got dressed for work, walked out the front door, around the block and back to the other entrance to his apartment (the studio) to start his day. He did the reverse at the end of the day. He says that this is how he managed to leave work alone when it was time to be with his family. Brilliant.
A client created a collage of the ways she’d like to transition into the house from work. She made two, and posted them where she will see them when she walks in the door.
Going to BAT with Good Night Move Into Change is in its third night. I’ve been putting away the evidence of work, metaphorically kissing the files, notebooks, iPad, and computer on the forehead and tucking them into bed. Last night I felt the pull to look at email one more time – but I didn’t. I’m sleeping even better than I usually do. Now about those mornings…
*Yes, I know that there are accents aigu needed, but I couldn’t figure out how to get them on WordPress.