It's the one and only constant.
One day - it's this. On another - it's something other.
Un-invited. Un-expected. Un-welcome - at times - in my life.
There are days when it stops me in my tracks.
I can't find my breath. I worry and wonder about what's next.
My mind plays tricks - believing that this is an end.
Maybe - it is? Maybe - it isn't?
I remind myself that I can breathe. I can look. I can listen.
I can see what I've seen one hundred times before....but on this day - I can choose to see different.
I can resist...or I can surrender.
I can run...or sit with.
I can change my mind.
That end starts to look like a new beginning.
Fresh snow. A new season. Another chapter.
It's what this practice has become.
Again. And again. And again.
I re-turn...and re-peat.
It's become my way of re-imagining...re-purposing...re-framing.
The ground on which I walk. The lens thru which I choose to see. The gift of endless possibility.
Within it - there's comfort in knowing that while all else changes....this remains and sustains.
Here I am.
Back in my happy place. Where the animals speak. Where my heart breathes.
Learning to embrace this ...and all change.
As my one and only constant.