Change Happens

Change happens.

Sometimes it's as swift as tonight's cool, soft fog burned away so soon by tomorrow's brutal heat wave.

Sometimes it's a slow erosion, the long weekends lovers once regularly carved out of time scarce and precious growing ever shorter, ever more apart.

Sometimes we see change coming and embrace it; sometimes we see it coming and battle against its every shadow, every step along the way. Sometimes it seemingly comes out of nowhere and knocks us flat. Sometimes it swoops in, bringing us wings or a magic carpet to fly on.

Sometimes it brings better, sometimes it brings worse. Usually, like the rest of life, it's a mix. We need the cool mist of the night's fog, we need the heat of the day. And, yes, we need the heat of the night, too.

At the core, forever true, change happens. We make it, we allow it, we cope with it, we are helpless against it...these are our choices. These are our choices, and more.

Change happens. That is not a choice; that is reality.

Change happens. The miracle is how much we each remain who we are all throughout the process, all throughout our lives. For better, for worse.

Change happens.

Change Happens, a follow-up

Yes, I'm okay. Pretty much so, anyway.

I was and am feeling hammered by the the fact that change happens. The contrast last night between the cool fog and knowing what the morrow would bring reminded me that said change happening is all around me, always. Then there's the gap between change happening and specific changes I would welcome not happening. Some of those changes are at least hypothetically within my control -- others, not so much.

There's a clear "grant me the serenity" component to my current needs as well as the importance of seeing and embracing the "joy of the day." Yes, it's hot outside. Today's enjoyment of that involves a walk up to the farmer's market right now, before it gets brutally hot.

Thanks for the care and concern.