Change

I absolutely hate change and yet my life has been nothing but change.My parents divorced good or bad as that was. In my mind I wanted the home I grew up in as a teen to always be ours, a place to always come home to. When I visited it six years ago I found myself so wanting my family to be there and not the new owners who had don up the house. Then in my own life I wanted the classic family that went on holidays and were forever there for each. I did get that in my children, just not in my marriage. And so again as my sister moves I find myself not wanting change. The familiarity of her home and the faces now all grown up and her life has changed, not by her choice but by life and so they have to move and I find myself grieving yet another loss in my life. Not like a death but a one yearning for something to just stay the same. I have a friend who has not moved from her Village and years ago I would of thought that this was very square and absolutely boring yet now the older I am I realize that this is pure heaven. She has been able to bring up her children with traditions from the past and present and embodied in them the value of her life and the things that hold true to her. It is those things not a television or computer that she and her husband have managed to bring up four amazing young ladies, with strong family values, believes and traditions. Yet so many of us are drawn to move and find adventure. In looking at my life I believe that adventure can be found around us and that perhaps we lose out on many blessings by always wanting more and go out into this world to find it. Change can be good but perhaps in seeing how my friend has embraced lives changes and combined the past, there is a sense of harmony and that no one can put a price too. Please have a cup of tea with me today.