The beauty of life is, it is forever changing. Like the seasons, it can be warm and full of life, crisp and full of color, ice cold and full of endings with the promise of the next beginning.
Change. Excruciatingly painful if we fight what needs to come to an end. Trying to keep in a box what the universe is trying to expand. Life without change is a slow suffocating death, without promise or growth or imagination.
Pain. Sadness. Loss. The inevitable push and pull of the cycles of life. We choose or it chooses for us. We decide or it decides for us. Making the decision to move on and put your best foot forward is frightening. Letting go of something you have put your heart and soul into makes you rethink your whole life. Measuring with an invisible yard stick the choices that have been made.
Release. Rebirth. Renewal. The odd quietness that comes with choosing. The ease at which life glides on. The anticipation of what comes next. When we closed that door another one opened, the universe saw our willingness to fight, to have courage, to be honest. With much fanfare it blew a trumpet in triumph, for you, for your strength. You who are to be celebrated, you who are fearless, you who are a warrior.
Next time we battle without the armor of fear, next time we battle with the armor of love. Next time we battle in truth. Change is truth. Truth is passion, passion is fire. A fire wildly rushing to clear a path that is no longer useful, a path that goes nowhere, a path over grown with thorns and thickets. That fire is you, that fire is me, that fire burns white hot, it burns always, it burns within.
The beauty of life is, it is forever changing.