This bittersweet time of change to come
Anticipation met with fear and hope.
What can provide comfort now?
The quiet moments of reflection and meditation,
The prayers of acceptance and compassion
helps sometimes.
This life can be tumultuous;
Asking us to show up, no matter what.
I see the small bluebird
Perched on that branch
Waiting for her next meal of a tiny insect
Or a new song to transpire so she can share her joy
And bring about remembrance of those now gone.
She holds in her heart a knowing
That Everything changes
Grows and ages
And she too will cycle through these seasons
In her short life.
Peace is found in acknowledging
And allowing these shifts
While choosing to still engage in each day
With its unfolding and
Sacredness, unlike
Any other day.
