Weather is changing, so am I

Sometimes the shifts come dramatically (example: broken ankle almost three years ago), sometimes in small whiffs that go unnoticed until "poof!" life is different.  That seems to have happened to my husband and me, in different ways, these past few months.  I stepped off the train of transportation-community development and boarded the slower bus of writing.  He was pushed off the full-time employment track, stradled, is still stradling, the consulting world while also exploring legislative advocating and event planning. 

Also, there are symbols that keep reappearing in the natural world that remind me of impermanence: sulphur moths in February, a rainbow in January, a newborn on the block (seen at three days old), a former childhood friend of our son's having her first child, redoing "final" financial arrangements with my almost ninety-four year old dad.  And then there is the weather: spring like in Tucson one week, frost on car windshields the next, buds appearing on a branch while hail falls.

We adjust, we change, we grow--sometimes in spite of our ego-driven wishes--but life pushes us forward, although rarely does it flow in a straight line.