change once again… change.
Change can mean going back to pen and paper.
This week on “Who’s changing what where again?”, we find our contestants totally befuddled by the entire lack of question three. “They just skipped to question four point eight five” whispered one of the audience members. Tune in next week where we totally remove the floor midway through question six!
Just ask self-diagnosed prophet of the stars out there, there is change on the horizon, in the air, or my favorite - in between the seat cushions. A few incantations of these special word fragments will manifest a very wealthy {next month}!
Are we ever truly ready for change? We prepare, we might do preliminary planning, but we cannot fully comprehend the width, height, and weight a change can make. Maybe you are someone who prefers to wait to the very last minute. Holding out hope that the last vestige you hold on to will survive. When we sit in silence, how long can we hold it before getting sidetracked, notified by some app or text or news alert? Hold on, I’m getting another notification. . . okay… I’ve been sequestered for the last three days due to C-19. What a welcome home gift. But, it was needed. I got some much needed rest. It was a change though. I had been running pretty ragged over the last few weeks leading up to being on travel. Outdoor art installations. Cleaning up previous month’s art installation. Finding help to move items. Buying dresses, mannequins, lights, hangers, and more dresses. Buying a house that also has wheels. Things keep changing.
I’ve written about that “in between” as well, where you feel perhaps stuck. Can’t face to go forward, afraid to stay where you are, or desiring to go back to something that may no longer in reality exist. No matter the amount of preparing, when we are in the thick of a change, something else comes and again promptly changes the trajectory. We cannot anticipate. Our “plan” may have not seen it coming. There’s one constant I have found to work for me. Regardless of the outcome, if I am still breathing by the end of it, then I start with that.
In this season of seemingly nanosecond frequency change, I can only offer peace. There isn’t a formula for news consumption, consumption, or change predilection. “A new historic record”, “Unparallel”, “Once in a hundred years event.” These are all buzz words to grab attention. We keep feeding the attention, it gets worse. What happened to “kill your TV” or standing up for others in need? We’d rather hear empty promises of lower prices on {hot topic item that costs a lot} than well, you get the idea.
In my healing journey, I have realized one thing. Change happens. I have a hand drawn oracle card regarding change on my altar that I read every day. And I’m grateful for that reminder and the person that penned that card. Every day.
