Time, she fleets.
On the Western front we’re already two months into our first trimester, & counting. 🍀🍀🍀 With every passing second we are the youngest we are ever going to be. That is an important & sobering thought, one which we hear more clearly as time whispers on. And cries out Every New Year. Faces change. Facades change. Family leaves. Friends pass. It’s hard to let go.
If time teaches us anything, it’s that anything & everything can change on a dime. For me it has been a fistful. I am currently in the most challenging season of my adult life. Fallout is a solitary experience with global ramifications, & vice-versa. A phenomenon as unique to us individually as it is universally.
So let’s flip for it, fear or hope, what will it be? Depending on the day, I can see one, & sometimes the other, or both. Only two sides seem simplistic, but maybe those are the only two that matter when our banks burst? Like with anger, fear can give us information about ourselves…our strengths, our weaknesses, areas that need our love & attention.
Hope is the light that propels us forward in fear’s darkness. Hope is our savior when we are held hostage in dark places. I cling to the hope that my next series of big changes are going to be as a result of facing my challenges head on, with faith that I will evolve to a better version of myself, coming from wholeness…from health not injury, to a place where I can better serve & love others without self-detriment.
Thus, I am choosing to adopt this revelation as my resolution, one flipping blip at a time:
“With every passing moment, let me see the Divine Love that comes with each Present. It IS there with every coin cast in my path, be it clearly written on the surface or a lesson deeply imbedded. May my path grow me, in ways everlasting.”
- What are the coins that have landed in your path, now & then? Famine or Plenty?
- And what is your resolve…your approach for maintaining balance in the face of change?