This morning, walking the dogs, I was watching the clouds scoot across the sky, pushed by steady winds. It felt like change. “Good change or bad change?”, I wondered. Then it hit me: Change. That is the word. The ridiculousness of my question made me laugh out loud.
We spend so much time defending our five feet of earth, don’t we? Our own skies, our own views, our own interests, our own, our own. Yet we will all be swept away like clouds one day too, won’t we? Flow is the only reality, and there are those who accept this, and those who lie to themselves.