The Winds of Change

I know, it’s been a while! I didn’t encounter writers’ block or anything…or maybe I did because I still hold a lot of self-doubt. So many times though, I’d blog in my head just before falling asleep and not have the motivation or need the next day to type it all out. It seemed exhausting, but also unnecessary. I suppose, really, as long as we are all journalling – even in our heads – it’s better than nothing, because Spirit listens in. I trust in that process.

Here I am again writing because I want to reconnect with writing as a creative outlet, but also to see how you are doing. I always hope that readers find some solace in what I share, or they know someone who will.

We did it: last month, we moved to a different city, on an island no less. It was a place I had wanted to move to, for over a decade. I would tell people about it, my “One day…” story; the more you repeat it, the more you realise either you will be THAT person who just tells others about their dreams instead of lived experiences, or you will actually go and do it. As we began the process of moving – decluttering, selling off furniture, finding a realtor, telling our friends, packing, tidying up for house viewings – it was very busy and I allowed the busyness to override my fears. Many times, my ego would say, in a panicked voice, “What have you done?!?!!”. There are still moments where I sorely miss my old garden. But there’s no point in dwelling in it, because if I take myself back to the place where I tell my “One day…” story and never take the leap, I would regret it for the rest of my life. Besides, I’ve overcome some hard lessons in this life already and I want to keep going. In my next reincarnation, I’d really rather not have to repeat them all over again. Though I plan to take a very long siesta!

About the wind though. I really took notice, during the last couple of years, of how strong the wind was blowing on a daily basis. One fond instance was, I was doing some light gardening in front of my old home. It was a still and sunny day but from out of nowhere, there was this incredibly strong gust of wind that just hit me, made me almost breathless. Then the air was completely still again.

Every time the wind caught my attention, I would say, “Ahh the winds of change” with a knowing smile, acknowledging their presence in my journey. I often replied with, “Yes, yes I’m working on it”.

Change is hard, change is scary. I’d rather be able to flow with it than resist because trust me, it’s less painful and more fun if you view it naturally as part of life. The natural world is constantly in a state of flux but nothing really dies; nature regenerates itself and becomes stronger, more abundant, rich, and beautiful. When we, as humans, are loving stewards of the earth and all her inhabitants, we also prosper. I saw a sign the other day that read, “Each one of us is a flower in the garden”. If we can view our own life as a journey, and everything that happens in it as an experience – not labelling it as good or bad – this will strengthen our character and our capacity to empathise with one another. I know, it’s a difficult pill for many to swallow, especially if you have a serious illness or trauma. My family came to Canada as refugees fleeing war and persecution. There’s a history of poverty, fear, sexism, and racism in my lineage. Whatever that hard thing in your life is, face it and ask – how am I a stronger person because of it, and what can I teach others? That is quite a legacy to leave behind.

With love,

Linda