This week I could drop like a stone into scarcity. We are packing up our home of eight years – how embedded we are! So many holes in the walls. We all have colds, heavy heads, along with heavy hearts. We are leaving our little preschool – last day tomorrow. I am seven months pregnant, more heaviness, and work has not only stopped, but kicked up a notch.

I could drop, spiral in and down. And I am grateful, so grateful to be granted this prayer:

Transition Prayer

One Day at a Time
One Box at a Time
One Breath at a Time

What’s the next Right thing?

Thank you for this body, imperfectly capable.
Thank you for sending help.
Thank you letting me receive help.
Thank you.

What else?

Thank you for the feelings, all of them.
They remind me I am human. Not super. Just so.
I have feet.
Yes, they touch the ground.
I am tethered.

I am sad too.
Sometimes worried, only about the future.
I stay present to feel sad.
To feel excited.
To feel.

Thank you.

Remind me the future is unknown.
Remind me I am both powerless and powerful.
Grant me the mindset, the depth, the willingness to be here now.
To do the next Right thing.
To accept what I can’t change.
To be engaged in where I can.

Help me stay sane.
Help me see the way forward.
One day at a time.