It seems that I’ve heard (or read) about the first peoples being nomadic. Moving with the season. Moving with the tide. Moving.
Water doesn’t stay still. Even in lakes and ponds, it evaporates, gets cozy in a cloud and moves on to some other place. A storm for a ride.
Change is scary. And sometimes it hurts. Other times, it’s as joyous as can be. And that’s what I’m thinking about today: joyful change.
To all you beautiful souls out there who are throwing caution to the wind and embracing joyful change, I salute you. And I thank you for showing the rest of us how it’s done. Amen.