I took the picture out of the white envelope and took the frame down from the scalloped wooden valance atop my window where eight by ten pictures of my daughter were placed, each one behind another. As I looked at them and compared them with the one in my hand suddenly a sense of mourning came over me and I began to cry. The baby was gone. Her features had taken on new dimensions. Lines that framed her chubby cheeks had smoothed out. She was my beautiful little girl, but not my adorable baby. Change was evident yet I never noticed it during the process.
That is how change often is. We are busy living our lives. Even if we are not looking for change, change is happening all around us. Life is motion. Motion is constantly changing position, even if in perpetual cycle. What we consider to be mundane routine can be exactly the conditions necessary to produce life in those around us. We may be motivators for some, pillars of strength and consistency to others. A life that is silent and steady can be a safe place, a refuge.
Letting life happen
Nature needs no driving force
Seasons right on time
dVerse prompt for Tuesday is to write a poem on change. Second haibun in a row. That’s a change for me!