“Life is a long pilgrimage from fear to love.”

~ Paulo Coehlo

A dirt trail in a desert landscape with green trees and tall red rock mountains in the distance under a clear blue sky.

Maiden to mother. Adolescent to adult. Employee to boss babe.

Transitions are the title pages amongst the major chapters of our lies, the guideposts between “here” and “there.”

All native cultures honor major life traditions — from birth to death — with rites of passage, ceremony and practices designed to honor what has been and welcome what is coming.

The quinceanera, the walkabout, the bah mitzvah or the Sweet Sixteen — rites of passage are the ship that carries us from shore to shore.

A white camper van parked on grass under a large tree with green leaves, in a wide open field with trees in the background, during sunset or late afternoon.

Yet in modern society, rushing from one meeting and text and swipe and chore to the next, many of us are scarcely present, disembodied amidst the most important moments of our lives.

Rites of passage work supports us to honor the pregnant pause, fully inhabiting the liminal space that allows us to step into our next chapter with clarity, confidence, and in our full power.