Change

So, September arrived didn’t it? Those misty, dewy mornings. Those statement dawns, red and fiery. They have always been there through the year of course but their timing starts to coincide with me getting up, so I see them out of my open landing window. They catch my breath and I pause to take it all in – the reflection of their colours on Bredon Hill, the quality of the air that holds the robin’s song as intricate as a Mozart concerto. By the time I get downstairs the sky has changed, sometimes completely and I feel glad I caught the moment. As September rolls on the Equinox passes, where day equals night, then it’s a fast tumble into October when many rejoice the return of scarves, boots and jumpers. If we don’t embrace the changing of the seasons then we will forever be in the mourning of their coming or of their going.

Change comes about and it is only noticed when it is done. Or it can be there in your face, shocking and brutal. Sometimes we beg for change, maybe out of boredom or to alleviate our pain. Other times we dearly wish it would go back to how it was, maybe out of boredom or to alleviate our pain. Physical or emotional, our pain and our joy can be expressed in our mind and our body. An intricate dance between them where the moves are so cleverly choreographed that it takes time and diligence to catch each element and understand what brought about a certain change. As subtle as a brick or as explosive as the division of a microscopic cell, our health and circumstance can change in an instant. We may not even feel the effects of that change for some time yet. The decision of a change that impacts your life may have happened on some Zoom call between nameless people you will never meet. Wonderful opportunities may come to you because someone else changed their mind or the changeable weather took a turn for the better. Change is inevitable, the only sure thing. How futile it is to think we are in control! All we have is right now in this moment. What will we do with it?