Sometimes change is a choice.  Sometimes it is not a choice, but a sudden helicopter crash when a dear one dies at work.  Or a wrong turn and disablement for a year or more.  Or a tiny baby changes everything in the family.

Good changes can bring grief if I’m observant–changes of the past come to haunt me.  Changes in the future whisper horrible threats.  So much of it in my head.

Watching with gentleness and curiosity–what a practice!