1. James Seamarsh

    Change is elusive, like the mosquito I see out the corner of my eye and disappears when I turn, only to wake the next morning with a bite.

    “You’ve changed,” my friend says. He has nothing else to say and doesn’t call again.

    Have I changed? I know I have. From what to what? I talk less. I listen more. I am not so sure of myself, not ready with the answer, the solution, the right way. Nothing bothers me. Little interests me. Each day is new, changed, the same.

    Spring changes to summer changes to fall changes to winter. I flow with the seasons. Change is attachment to the difference between the past and the present, but I forgive now, let the past be, and the present is.

    I am a raindrop, a stream, a pond. Change is not for me. Change is for those who remember, and dream.

    1. mcullen Post author

      James, I love the ethereal quality of your writing . . . from the annoyance of the little pest to the elusive friend to the introspection and reflection and to the dreamer. Thought-provoking and reflective writing. Thanks for posting.

  2. Lisa Goben

    Sometimes, I think I have a love-hate relationship to change. What’s not to like when the thing changing is better for you? Right? Like when you get a raise. Or you get free tickets to the Giants game and realize that you’ll just have to do that laundry another night. But what about those times when you don’t want things to change? Things like finding out you have to share your office at work on the same day the person you’re supposed to share it with starts to work there. It went something like this. My boss walked into my office with a young, blonde woman. She said, “Lisa this is Ona. Ona, Lisa. Ona is going to be sharing your office with you starting today.” I think I just blinked at her and said, “Ok, great.” You’d think that it would have been more hate, than love in that situation but luckily for me even having such an abrupt change thrown at me, it worked out really well. Ona and I worked side by side in that office for about 2 years. We got to know each other very well sharing many stories of our lives. We became great friends hanging out together outside of work as well. I moved on from that employer (yes, another change; also good) and she now lives in Southern California. We keep in touch via Facebook mostly, but we always try to get together whenever one of us is visiting the other’s city. It was a sudden change in my working environment but it ended up changing my life for the better because it gave me a wonderful friend in the process.

    1. mcullen Post author

      Thank you for sharing this story, Lisa. It gives me courage (and probably others) to face change with grace and gratitude. I know many of us want to kick and scream and rebel when change is forced upon us . . . but it’s really an opportunity to practice grace and acceptance. I’ll keep reminding myself of that! Thank you very much for posting. 🙂

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