Upon winds She ever arrives
Amidst stability's illusion
permanence's semblance
disruption insinuates & transforms
In Change
agency we may choose
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Inspired by change’s constant reshaping …
In this verse, I return to explore how the Holy, as She, is experienced in Change. This is important in the reality in which I find myself in this poetic musing: the hoped-for lessening of the COVID pandemic.
What has become clear to me through these 16+ months is the reminder that stability is an illusion of privilege. For those on the margins and/or experience oppression, they often do not benefit from this semblance of permanence. If this experience connects for you, it leads me to offer these questions:
What is your relationship to change?
Is it a creative time or anxious making?
Regardless of whether you find change positive or negative, what do you feel would help you recognise and navigate it as a constant realty in (y)our lives?
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