|beach couple, suzi poland 2014|
Sitting solitary, saying goodbye. Sitting, crying, tears streaming from my eyes, down my cheeks. Outside lawn mowers mow and birds are singing in the trees. At the beach people still come to sit and swim in the warm sea water.
It’s the Equinox and without the breeze the sun no longer burns. It’s that perfect warm. That gorgeous gentle you wish could go on and on, but it wont. It wont because nothing goes on forever. Seasons come and seasons go and we move with them whether we like it or not.
What has struck me lately is not the fear of change, nor the need for courage in the face of change or the wisdom to know where to go or what to do. All that is needed is simply the ability to be still. Be in the moment as it changes from this ... to that. For we are moving, all of us, simply by standing still. Time and this planet move for us.
Allowing change to happen is what most of us find hard. Maybe not so much when it’s intentional change, change we create, but certainly when change is imposed upon us. Life stages, life phases.
Maybe what is hard is not the unknown, but living without the known. What we have, the way we are, what we do, who we are. Maybe instead of fear it is sadness that is the greatest challenge. Maybe the impending loss of the familiar is what needs to be acknowledged if moving on is not to be accompanied by regret or resentment.
Simply being still, allowing the change, like watching ripples cross a pool we can watch ourselves leave one space and enter another. No drinking, no smoking, no eating, no busying ourselves, no talking to friends, just being in that space. It can feel quite surreal, it can feel too real. Living that present, that “in the now” can be overwhelming ... maybe this the only scary part.
Usually we run from this moment, it’s seemingly emptiness, but with practice maybe we can come to love the heightened awareness of what’s coming next, ensuring our arrival in the new space, fully conscious, fully present, fully grateful, without regret.
Then, stepping off the metaphysical ripple ... we arrive at the other side.
|whale beach montage, suzi poland 2014|
Tears dried, salt crusted on the skin, reminding me of what’s gone ... I sleep, for tomorrow it will be Autumn.
If you'd liked this post, you might also like my poem Crossing Over. If you'd like to see what I created this Summer, here are links to my blog posts Summer Love and People Sketching at the Beach in Late Summer