the commotion of change....

At some point or another in life I think we all come to realize that change is not something that ever stops. Sometimes its you in the thick of it... and other times it swirls around you. I feel like that right now-- standing at the edge of my yard, watching change roll in like weather from across the valley. Starting to feel the smack of raindrops on my cheeks. I know things will be fine. I know no feeling is final. But tonight I am sad for the changes.

I realized something else tonight. I bought a new song on iTunes (a loud, angsty song to feed my mood...) and for some reason it didn't fully download. It plays for about a minute, but then skips to another song driving me BANANAS. I kept replaying it, hoping it would magically work, but was just getting increasingly frustrated. About the third time, it flipped to an old Neil Diamond song. Sure- go ahead and laugh, but I was born and raised on that rich new york voice and quirky lyrics, and I love them. "Lost... On a painted sky... Where the clouds are hung... for a poets eye... You may find him. If you may find him.... BE. As a page that aches for a word... which speaks on a theme that is timeless... And the one God will make for your day." It was like finding something rock solid. something absolutely known. A hook to hang all that change on, and keep going.

So a cup of tea. A digestive biscuit (A Robinson's number one coping mechanism), the weird and wonderful voice of Neil Diamond to give me some assurance, and a painted sky.