An ode to the refuge givers

tran·si·tion  n. Passage from one form, state, style, or place to another.

We all find ourselves in the midst of transition at some point in our lives. Between homes, cities, jobs, countries, certainty, love. We start somewhere and oftentimes without our permission, we are required to participate in this process of change from one thing to another.

I have found myself in transition many times.  21 rooms to call my own, six countries, countless friendships, a fair share of relationships, and a handful of jobs.  The moment I was making myself comfortable, I find myself here again in a kind of limbo – surrounded by both fear of scarcity and hope for abundance.   

While I value each opportunity to take a deep breath, acknowledge the journey, and take the first step – there is no doubt it’s a hard place to be in.  Constant pep talks in the shower, making plans, biting nails, and wondering how in the world I got here again. As Jeannette Winterson said, ‘what you risk reveals what you value’.  Unfortunately, the risk doesn’t always work out but it certainly does reveal.

But as my mom always says in times of trouble, remember the helpers. Observe those who – often quietly and not asked – offer assistance and care.  When I was between states, styles and places – there has always been a helper and often, their gift has been of space.  A refuge. A place to lick my wounds, find my feet, and take a strong step forward.

I’ve always been grateful for their offerings, but looking back – especially from my perch of limbo – I’m overwhelmed with gratitude.  I would like to make an ode to these refuge givers.  Thank you for opening your home, making space, clearing out cupboards, bringing home beers, and reminding me of both patience and tough love.

When I finally arrive somewhere, I look forward to the space I can offer to others, as you have offered me.

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Check out other writings from Jo at Bikeable Jo and EUSA Global. We are also happy to report that she has found a lovely home down by the sea.  If you are looking to sell a nice double bed and other bits of furniture, she’d love to have a look.


1 thought on “An ode to the refuge givers

  1. Reblogged this on Bikeable Jo and commented:

    Two years ago I wrote a short piece for my dear friend Dani’s blog about those moments of transition and how the helpers emerged to give refuge. It’s amazing to think that might bike was a witness to a lot of these transitions and without fail – brought me back and forth without judgement.

    Now on steady ground, I’m full of gratitude for those people and I hope I can do the same.

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