The constant change is like shifting plates in the earth.  Sometimes creating little tremors and then suddenly all familiar geography of life disappears.  Today I watch the slow erosion of a path growing over, abandoned for another route.  I am cleaning up a storage unit filled with an old life. 

Address books, photos, music sheets, knicknacks, movies and books from a former home, previous career, different state.  Someday someone will do the same to my closets filled with books and papers and cards and photos–all the details will be lost.  Perhaps prized possessions will be found in a second hand store, but most will be recycled into the earth.

Like me.  What a relief to know that my body will rest in Her arms, earth to earth, spirit to Spirit.  I bless the task as I sort out a lifetime, connected endlessly in the continuum of goodness and grace.