I have news, people. Change is here to stay. No matter what we want or think or do. What you’re clinging to today might not be there tomorrow. One benefit of having the rug pulled out from under you in life is that you get this message in bold block letters (hopefully once and for all). A loved one leaves. You get sick. Your house burns down. YOU HAVE NO CONTROL.
I went out Friday to find first snow. I was giddy taking photos around the yard. Why praise the coming of ice and cold? Because it was beautiful. It made me want to play. It made me take notice. Click click click. It made me present. And then I remembered that I feel like a crumpled piece of paper inside, kind of like suddenly stubbing your toe, and I cried.
So I went out and you know what? Lots is happening out there. Fires are burnin’. Chipmunks are runnin’. Hunters are huntin’. And there’s more, I learned from the ladies on a Saturday morning hike:
(Tamaracks are deciduous but turn yellow and drop needles. Why should they do such a thing?)
Everything is adapting, persisting, leaning into change.
I came home, made macaroons and colored mandalas in front of the fire.
The good thing about change is that if you’re not happy, you can change that, too.
So fire up. Lean in. Do what you can.