Change is like the wind (cliche warning). It doesn’t come over you all at once, but builds and grows over time. It seethes and creeps and weaves into life, starting like a familiar breeze. In my experience it can be mostly pleasant, but sometimes cold and unwelcome, or terribly chilling. Soon the breeze is a torrent, and you realize you’re either prepared for it or you’re not. Will I resist, like the rock, to be weathered over time but never moved, never alive? Will I be ready, like a sail, and soar to new heights? I hope to be like the tree. I wish to let change through me, shake me to my core, bend me to its will, and leave me stronger and fuller than before.
This time of change in my life has been like a warm night’s breeze. It began briskly enough, the familiar chill of change I had been noticing for months was bearing down on me, and I was afraid to emerge. As the breeze of change breathes me forward, I am caught between yesterday and tomorrow; I am filled by the warm fading light of dusk and delirious with the whirlwind that swirls around me. Yet as my life shakes and rattles and whispers I have remained, rooted and strong, willing for change. It has not broken me. It has not left me warped or scared. Change is a warm wind, and I wish it to stay.
These images remind me of the pleasant dusk that has come over my life of late. Hurricane, Utah, a place named for the afternoon wind that blows through like a hurricane; a place where change is buried deep in the rock and mesas are thrust up from the earth like hidden ziggurats waiting to be worshipped for their god-like beauty and patience. Above all else, change is natural—it can embrace you like a forest, or bear down as a storm’s wrath—yet resist we may the shroud of concrete and steel and monotony of ‘civilization’, and become ourselves natural. I hope change will find you, and breathe life into your heart as it has mine.