Change, the only certainty in life; yet, we resist it. We fight so hard to keep things the same. We argue with its reasoning and turn our backs to it. But no matter how hard we fight, it drags us – sometimes screaming and crying and sometimes with our teeth chattering in fear.
So I have wondered, what do we have to lose by admiring its waters and swimming with its current? Dancing with the trees as they sway in its winds? Inviting it in to illuminate the parts of us that need to grow? What do we have to lose byplunging into it and moving with its rhythm? Our approach towards change can provide us with all of the difference in how we welcome the next season of our lives.
No matter our resistance or our fear, the leaves will fall in autumn and the flowers will bloom in spring.Change will come. Let’s go on this adventure with an open heart and an inquisitive soul.
To those of you who saw the IM POSSIBLE in impossible.
To those of you who were dealt cards and played your hand.
To those of you who were told, “You can’t do it,” and DID.
To those of you who wake up every single day and continue.
To those of you with broken hearts but love regardless.
To those of you who continue to dream.
To those of you who believe in magic.
To those of you who embody your philosophy.
To those of you who rise after each fall.
To those of you who continue to be the change you wish to see in the world.
This is for you.
Thank you for growing.
Thank you for showing up.
Thank you for setting the example.
Thank you for inspiring.
Spoken words provides a tone
Which written words may lack.
But it is in the written words
Where essence lives in black
And only those with a guiding light
Are invited on to the stage
“The honesty in each word I write
The life beyond the page…”
And those who may not see the stage
Are confused by this creation
Or it may be the words I wrote
Were just lost in translation
The mind conducts a score, the open heart’s symphony
It tugs at loose strings and plays an inviting melody
Singing to the purity of what it wants to see
But the mind finds mercy and the truth is set free
The melody gets quiet and the dreaming heart awakens.
Only to realize, this melody, a Fabrication of the Imagination.