One day in the home of a friend of mine, I looked up at the mantle and saw a piece of artwork hanging there that completely impressed me. It was a black and white drawing of a doll, hanging by a rope around its neck. Not a noose, just a loose loop and the image was of this doll moving through space by this rope tied around its neck. There were smaller images in the back ground of other dolls in similar positions, just in different perspectives. It really caught my eye, the movement, the generic treatment of the emotionless faces of these "rag dolls" moving via a rope around the neck. I looked and looked at it... I finally asked my friend about the drawing. Who did it? A friend. Whats the title of the piece? Transition.
Woah!!!!! how freaking perfect is that!!! Sometimes in life it seems as though we are being dragged by the neck without our consent and we become complacent to just let it happen. We become the "lifeless" dummies that get stuck and are then forced to move on via an outside force, along side of other faceless strangers in the same situation.
More often than not though, I have found that situations where I am forced to transition, I have subconsciously requested the universe to deliver to me. Hence, I have the feeling of freedom, see the choices, and breath into the motivation which comes from being unburdened by something I didn't really want in the first place. Yea!!! so cool huh?
Transition: dolls... in... space!!!!!! (you know like an echo-ey voice from a bad sci-fi movie where the words fade into the background? HA... visions don't fail me now.)