The last year in my life has been full of change. I don’t manage change well in the best of times, and all of this change has been my own doing. I am have been uprooted and feeling a lack of balance which frightens me terribly. Living in the high mountains of Colorado I had almost forgotten what a real spring felt like as far as change went. I know it’s been said to death, but springtime really is a time of rebirth.
It’s refreshing but it’s also terrifying.
I’ve never seen my new house, town, home in spring and I had no idea what was going to pop up around me. I was out walking one day and -POOF- daffodils. I had no clue they were there. There are little flowers everywhere, some that I have no idea what they even are. This is a lot of change but because it is beautiful I am going along with it.
I looked out the window the other day and saw that the biggest tree in my front yard -POOF- was pink! It was covered in tiny fuscia buds that I had no idea were even there. There was no way I could leave that outside without exploring. I needed to know more about all of this chance around me.
This is when I realized that all change can be beautiful. Just because we are unsure of circumstances or people, we should not be afraid or uneasy. Instead we should find the beauty. Like the beauty of spring, the beauty of change is there waiting just below the surface.