Winds of Change…

The clouds are in a hurry this morning…bustling across the still darkened sky…headed…East…I believe…although I’m not exactly sure where they are going…or why they are in such a hurry…or even why they are moving…I really liked them just the way they were yesterday…white…wispy…meandering…

Bertha…laughs…and says they remind her of my life…and…of how I tend to resist…movement…because it is wrapped in a mantle called…change…

I smile…she’s right…I do resist change…probably because I can’t see where it’s going…and…don’t understand why it’s in such a hurry…but…I know…she’s calling me towards…movement…today…and…although I am not sure what that is going to look like…she says…don’t worry…all I have to do…is follow the wind…

Jane

The Winds That Blow…

Last night…just after dark…there was a lovely…lightning display…which started well before the rain…and…I knew what I had to do…sit on the porch…

I know…probably not the smartest thing to do…but…there was no thunder…so…it felt safe…and…besides…the wind was blowing…and…Bertha…can’t resist the wind that blows…before the storm…

I asked…Berthaas she danced under the flashing sky…what it is about the wind…that mesmerizes…her…that always pulls her outside…and…me…along with her

Her answer…was both…familiar…and…surprising…it’s the…movement…it’s the ending…of…what is…and…the beginning…of…what will be…AKA…change…that intrigues her…

I whined a bit…but…change…is…hard…change…is…painful…

She laughed…and…reminded me…that so is…staying where I am…being stagnant…is hard…is painful…and…it really isn’t…safe…like I sometimes try to tell myself it is…

She pointed to the trees…swaying…their leaves in a flurry…to the beauty of the natural order of things…reminding me…that when…change…blows through my life…I can…sway…or…I can…break…it’s a choice…I get to make…

And…then…the rains came down…and…she danced even more…

Jane