Being willing to change is a silly thought, as change happens every time we breathe.  Like I’m willing to be alive.  I guess it has to do with being committed to where I am right now.  Acceptance–where’s the gift I am being given.  And it is not up to me to FIND the gift, just assume it is there somewhere.

So in chaos, confusion, doubt and insecurity I just nod and say “yes, that’s terrific.”  It’s not quite joyful expectation, but maybe cautious expectancy–I like that better.  But it can’t be about living in the future, as then I am off balance, just as if I life in the past.

Funny how challenging it is to be here and now exactly.  Thus I honor and admire and pray to the trees: Sweet Strength, let me be you today.  Give me the steadfast trunk that stands in all weather.  Let me be your embracing and stretching branches.  Allow me to let each leaf fall gloriously on it’s own, not even considering the spring when they will confidently re-emerge from the stiff wooden bare limbs.  And grant me the deep rooted faith where you entangle your feet in the sensuous loving One that holds me.