Although my body has never been flexible (can’t blame age for that one) I like to think I’m flexible in my thinking. But not always.
My opinions on important matters have remained constant – my position on gun safety, on child advocacy, on human rights.
And many things I used to love I have put on a shelf – Bikram Yoga, pilates (well, not too much love for that one), Italian lessons, playing piano, playing a djembe, oil and acrylic painting.
Not writing. I will always write. Now, however, I am focusing on children’s stories instead of novels.
I am learning more about photoshop, embroidery, Netflix.
One thing I know for sure: Change is constant.
And damn, I love that about this world.
Photoshopped for my children’s book, What Happened to Ten, a work in progress.
We were born. We didn’t have a choice.
We didn’t enroll for this class called “LIFE.”
Why would we ever want to “unenroll”?
We might miss something unexpected, something better.
Yes, some days all the hallways are the same.
They lead to the same old classroom,
the same old teachers.
Pencils get dull.
The roof leaks.
Trash cans get filled. Emptied.
But then on the big cork board in the hallway, we see something new.
“New construction in progress.
We are expanding!”
So even as we sneeze through the dusty air,
step over the nails,
hold our hands over our ears as the hammers pound
and the saws whiz
there’s a new spring in our step.
Something better is coming.
I heard but couldn’t see –
a loss of vision
in living life
my flawed decision
I heard but couldn’t see –
the clock chimed,
tick tock – mind blocked
tick tock – unlock
And then I saw –
eyes can shift
from the surreal
by making a change
painting by CD-W
daily post prompt: Surreal
Concede that much of life is beyond our control.
But recognize distinction
between fact or merely theory
what you can and cannot see
to breathing free
daily word prompt: Succumb
Why, birds, must you be angry?
your cawing, dawning, cries
on forceful wings
with hope of spring
your ire, it mystifies
Perhaps it is your season call
a changing time, alerting
so others heed
your time of need
through winter, disconcerting
Lay still your ruffled feathers
each change is not by choice
and yet you can
as you began
make known your thoughts in voice.
Artwork by Nicole Anderson
Grasping tight and holding warm
a single leaf
a sighed relief
in better light, new season born
photo one: credit
photo two: credit
daily word prompt: Leaf
Change can be hard. Change takes you out of your comfort zone, out from under your safe and warm blankie. Yes, change can sometimes be scary. But without it, how do we grow? How do we learn anything new? Without change, how can we gather a new awareness of ourselves and the world around us?
Go ahead and try something new, something different. What’s the worse that could happen?
How about going from this:
Or, would you rather be dormant?
Dormant – daily word prompt