A signal, a symbol? of a passing season.
I’m thinking about changes a lot these days – about the way we embrace them or brace against them.
I’m a fan of change – the way it cleans out the detritus of apathy, the opportunities it brings – and yet, I have seen a lot of change in my life – moving, relationships, death. I’m ready to settle in, sink down long and deep.
Still, I’ve learned that letting the wind carry me – a leaf on the journey – is wisest, best. . . plus, the view is pretty incredible.
How do you respond to change? Do you fight it or love it?