wise ones seem to agree that change sits with us at every moment of our lives. I know this on some level, even if poorly understood, much less accepted. Seeing
the flashing and solid water reminds me of that clichéd truth, of that and flexibility. Watching water, I notice that those two sit next to each other, and indeed the reality
of one is eased by the practice of the other.
One of my practices has been to observe decay around me, to find its voice, its beauty. So I know how hard it is to see the glories of decay, to really take them in. It’s a practice of change. And I know that same process is working on me. The immortality of my youth has passed. It’s easy to fall into some over-dramatic sense of impending loss.
Yet, if I cultivate an ability to shift with change, to accept the discipline of water, it brings quiet rewards. This ever-unique moment is enriched beyond measure by a subtle, supple internal grace. It’s a step toward peace.