A phone booth in a grass field

Change 

We, as a species, have tried to control change
Harvesting and working with the seasons
Multiplying,
Calculating,
Curating

When suddenly everything changes
And we are no longer given the luxury of normalcy.

So we attempt to adapt within a few weeks
But inevitably
Change
Happens to us 

We must learn to surrender
To the loss of what we know and welcome
The soil and mystery of growth

For where there’s growth
Surely there is
Change. 

Image via Colleen Young

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