Bliss

I have moved so many times in my life, five times before I was five!   If I were a wild creature I would think it was grooming for the rest of my life.  As a human being it may be that it was only setting the pattern.

I live with the certain knowledge that life if full of change. 

Anything relying on possessions or location is likely to be impermanent.  These things wear out, mutate, change!  They can be lost in a rain storm.  Blow away in the wind.  Fade from age.

Attachment is terrifying.

So . . . I am always testing the waters.

What does it take to make something go away?  What is it like to live without something, or someone?  What can withstand the rigors of time -- and me?

Security is a blissful concept.  Balancing precariously on the present, it lights my way.