Change is an ever constant, in fact it might be the only constant in our lives.  Lately I have noticed some big changes in our beloved dog, Chesky.  His back legs are starting to give out, his breathing is labored most of the time.  He can no longer join me on my forays into the mountains for hiking.  I don’t like it at all, and yet today when I read these beautifully crafted words by Roger Housden it gave me hope that even in change, all is well.

My memory is not what it was. My face is not what it was. I am changing before my eyes. I didn’t used to look like this, but then they don’t make mirrors like they did. Three years ago I had money. Now I have no money. This morning I was peaceful, at lunch I was impatient, this afternoon I was joyful. Tomorrow will not be a repeat of today, nor will next year be like this one. We are walking, all of us, into the glorious unknown of the rest of our lives. Only two things are certain: it will keep changing, and sooner or later, it will end.

Change happens in every moment. Not just the events of our lives, but the cells in our bodies, our thoughts streaming by, our moods shifting with the tides, even our sense of who we are and where we are going. Sometimes we ache for change and sometimes we dread it. We harbor notions of what is good for us and what is not, and try to organize and strategize accordingly. We like to be in control.

We need to know who we are and where we are going. We like to have structures in place — a family, an income, a job, a place in society — that tell us who we are and give us a sense of worth and meaning. Of course we do, this is hardly a neurotic need for stability and control over our environment — it’s a normally adjusted way of being in the world.

But if the ego, healthy or otherwise, is the only avenue through which we have experienced life, then we will cling to our familiar structures by our fingernails when they are threatened, as they will be, by change. We will desperately want to steer our ship in the direction we want it to go. When the ego won’t let go of what it knows, it becomes hard and brittle. There is no space for any larger view. A brittle ego cannot bow to the larger truth of change.

The ancient Chinese had a saying — ride the horse in the direction it is going. It was an attitude that encouraged cooperation with life, with its variables and unknown quantities, rather than trying to control the outcome in advance. It didn’t mean you merely drifted through life like a leaf in the wind (you were still riding the horse, after all), but it implied that your intention is best served by an open, attentive mind — one that is inclusive of the larger forces of life around it, whatever they may be.

No one wants their life upended. No one is free from fear. But life has scant regard for our control needs. The show goes on, like it or not.

The Chinese saying urges us to join what is already happening; to align ourselves with the fact of change, to flow with it rather than struggle upstream to try and keep things the way they are or to make happen what doesn’t want to happen. It doesn’t mean you need to be a wet rag. You and I are immersed in life; we have a say in it. We have agency, just not all the agency we might like.

“Pour yourself like a fountain,” Rilke says in his Sonnet to Orpheus XII. To pour yourself like a fountain, to ride the horse in the direction it is going, is to choose willingly to cooperate with what is already so. When we struggle against the way things are, we suffer. When a knowing emerges in us that comes from beyond our binary reflex, beyond opposites altogether, and when we have the courage to follow that knowing, regardless of where it will take us, we are riding the horse, out of the reach of either hope or fear. Then everything, no matter what it is, becomes part of the adventure. Knowing this is more than enough to inspire faith in our life, wherever it takes us.

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This moment is all there is. ~ Rumi





About Wildflower Women

Welcome to my site. I am writing to give people inspiration to hold their voices, especially as concerns the grieving process. My hope is that everyone finds a little inspiration from my site. We are all a work in progress! Namaste.
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12 Responses to Changes

  1. So true Heather, we can resist this change or flow with it. A daily practice. Beautiful post. 💕

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  2. Amazing amazing post 👌👌👌✌

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  3. Harbans says:

    Thanks for sharing a wonderful blog. With time we all change and those who resist change with determined will are rarest if rare, :))

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  4. Beautiful inside and out
    thank you

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  5. A beautiful story, a reminder to flow with all life and trust we will be ok. Barbara x

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  6. You are an amazing, inspirational writer! Thank you and God bless!

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