It is nearing the end of January and again, I feel as though I am just beginning to explore the theme I chose for the month. Something new…I have tried to not only try new things, but to look at old things in a new way. A poem I wrote quite a few years ago says much about how I view newness and change. It’s fearsome, but in the end it is always expansive—and good.
Change and growth
The constants that mean life
Fear of them lies deep within my heart
I know the me I think I am
And cling—with all my strength
To keep my balance, stasis my desire
Bit by bit I loose my grip
Change overwhelms and joys my withered soul
Oh, ecstasy of falling to the center
Creation always new, yet ever good.