If everything stayed the same, nothing would change.
This thought arrived on the heels of a disappointing shopping trip made specifically for a single item I’ve loved using. Somewhere between my last purchase and now it’s been discontinued. No one asked me. Ever happened to you? Nor was I consulted when my go-to market reorganized the contents, hiding the coffee at the furthest end from where I was accustomed to it being (is there a message in that? so long coffee!). And did I miss voting on the rearrangement of the parking lot outside another frequented market? The easy in/easy out diagonal stalls sadly replaced with space-saving horizontal stalls where impingers on the parking lines mean greater exposure to door dings. Even more than that, it’s no longer the place of memories. My son didn’t grow up in this new lot. All my memories of him in and out of the car and cart don’t apply here anymore. Twinges of sadness.
I’m not a shopper, so it irritates me when I have to spend more time than necessary on my excusions. To the clerk and fellow patrons who helped me find the coffee, I wimpered, I’m a gatherer, not a hunter! Poor me, right? (somebody call a waaah-mbulance!)
It’s simply symptomatic of the larger scope of change we’re all in. Minor league baseball players call playing in the major leagues “The Show” — and we’ve been all been called up. It’s show time.
Driving home, I considered these changes and my attachment to what is known and comfortable. Considering what agitated me as a gift of shining light, illuminating a fragmented aspect of myself ready to come home, to reintegrate, I upgraded perspective, welcoming my increased wholeness and the subsequent timeline shift. If everything stayed the same, nothing would change. The paradigm shift is all about releasing what’s known and comfortable…at least comfortable in the way that we are accustomed, but is not necessarily beneficial.
I readily admit to wishing change didn’t feel so much like falling off a cliff, not knowing whether the landing will be hard or soft. Perhaps that’s due to harder, banged up landings. Wisdom is emerging, though. Change is a constant. What doesn’t change atropies into deepening degrees of dying. At this time of year, just past the Winter Solstice, entering the hibernating months, what we’re releasing and reintegrating makes room for the new, the next incarnation of our evolving self within this lifetime. Resisting only delays reintegration. And, that is your own homecoming, my friends.
Merry Winter, with love!
photo thanks to Sandis Helvigs via Unsplash.com
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