Transformation

Nothing lasts forever.

All those happily ever after stories I heard, or read as a little girl, were probably the most misleading things in the world.  Right after that came television where everything was resolved in thirty to sixty minutes (Maybe two hours.) 

Everyone I knew was waiting for some kind of final scene.  Most of them were these euphoric places, but even my mother who lived in fear of Armageddon believed in some kind of end.  No one talked about the "journey" until I was middle aged.

Ultimately I believe the "journey" is the only sure thing, but there is a more beautiful, more calming, sweeter way than even that. 

Take a walk in the woods, go look at the ocean, take a hike in the mountains, work in a garden.  Change is constant and continual.  It is part of living, part of dying.  It is simple transformation.

Things only seem to disappear.  Birds eat seeds.  Trees shed leaves.  Animals eat each other.  But all of these things are recycled through their disappearance into different forms of life that build upon each other and become part of something different, something that is sometimes bigger, or more beautiful, or more peaceful.

Matter is neither created nor destroyed.  I find great comfort in that.  There may be more to it, but that part is measurable.  You will never leave me.  You only move around and change.