| Thoughts from Maureen: CHANGE
Just as the reds and golds of the falling leaves remind us that we are in the midst of constant and even reassuring change, so do I recognize by my shifting ideas and interests that I, too, am a creation in the making. Oftentimes ideas will consume me for awhile, then fade off into the background, only to return another day as if waiting on call for my attention - or an internal change of seasons - to turn their way.
The circular symbol, both closed and open in a spiral, is a favorite of mine. I recognize truth in the concept of going out from a place or idea, and then returning back again, though seldom to exactly the same place as before.
A favorite song of mine is the Harry Chapin song, All My Life's a Circle. And it is. It's a paradox, really, for we change profoundly as we experience life, and yet our core truth remains the same. Like the oak trees that lose their leaves, stand bare in the winter snow, and then burst forth in green again each spring, still and always an oak, so we, too, observe our cycles and our growth - Not as something to fear, but as something to celebrate as good and true and natural.
I read the other day that all of life is a replica of the internal vibrations, and I believe it's so. Recently I was struggling with some back problems and went in for a chiropractic alignment, at the same time I was doing some reading to help align my thinking and my beliefs, and then had to make an appointment to balance the wheels on the car. Then a missed luncheon date with a friend made me realize that I needed to slow down and balance my days. And on it went.
Instead of feeling crazy that things had gotten a bit out of whack, I smiled a bit, gave myself some compassion, and celebrated the truth that I've been through this before, and that I do know how to keep my sense of humor, weather the storm and put things back together. And I will. Perhaps, and most likely, at another time, I'll have to do this alignment all over again. But, like the stately Oak, I know that it's all me and all part of the cycle of my days and it is good. All of it.
Consider Dan's thoughts about the cycles of life in his song: Hope lyrics
Maureen Carlson
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It's fall, time for readying ourselves, and our buildings, for the shorter days and harsher winds of winter. Looks like even the Friar Folk are finding time to do some repairs.
