Change

With this poem,

I have officially begun writing again.

Blank page. First words.

There is a sensation of

stepping into the unknown.

Exciting and scary:

two stories about the same feeling.

Writing.

“Is this where I want to be again?” I wonder. 

“Change,” life whispers. 

Things have changed recently. 

Kyle just started a new day program.

Something I thought was really good for him changed, turned sour.

I resisted at first and tried to fix it.

“Change,” life whispers. 

A serendipitous row of breadcrumbs appeared in front of me.

Following one and then another and another,

I landed on a program much better suited to him.

When I surrendered to life and went with the flow,

it felt less effortful. 

Result: something fresh, new, and full of possibility.

“Change,” life whispers. 

We resist change.

We fear change.

“I don’t like change” we say.

Change happens anyway.

Always dynamic,

life doesn’t really care about our opinion.

Ebb and flow,

familiar landscape turns to new.

Subtle changes, big changes.

We kick and scream,

resisting life,

we dig in our heels.

Feels like stress

OR

We paddle and glide,

trusting life,

we ride the wave,

flow with change. 

Feels like ease

Resist or glide?

We are human. We will do both. 

Each creates a different feeling and experience.

Each moment, day, situation

is one small piece of a much larger puzzle.

Change is not the glue, but the lubricant,

always rearranging the pieces.

Little is up to us. 

Much is up to life.

Resist or glide?

“Change,” life whispers.