Flow

As I was driving into work this morning, I noticed a small piece of paper in the road that was being tossed around by the cars. I love watching things that somehow end up in the road. My favorite things are leaves or white puffy dandelion seeds or those white cotton ball puffy things that come from trees that are around TN. I love watching them because they look like they are dancing. They twirl, twist, and float around so gracefully that it is mesmerizing to watch sometimes. That something that is inanimate can be so animated and graceful almost as if they are so joyful that they can not contain the emotion. These items go with the flow. They sway to and fro and may end up in the road or on the side in a grassy area where they might be able to plant and grow again. They can't feel hope but it seems they can. That they are dancing their hearts out just to survive.

People do that. Although not as graceful at times. We twist and turn and instead of joyfully dancing we fight the flow/current. We don't always have hope that it will work out in the end or that it all means something. Even if we know that it will all work out, we still put up a barrier and fight that current. Humans are creatures of habit. Change even though accepted whether at the onset or after the change occurs troubles most of us. Why? If anything our motto (if we were to have one) should be that "The only thing that stays the same is that things change." Whether we want it to or not. So why are we surprised when things change? Maybe, because sometimes it's around the corner and jumps out at you when you are just minding your own business, walking by all happy in your own little world. Kind of like a monster in hiding waiting to suck your breath away. We all know though that if we flowed with the change and gave it over, things would be better and we would feel better - yet some of us hold on to what was instead of what is ahead and what can be. Sometimes it's a leap - like a motorcycle jumping over cars and sometimes it's a baby step.

There is always a chance that you may fall but there is hope that you also might make it. Floating and dancing makes the chance more probable and more comfortable. Swaying to change like it was a dance partner has such tender soothing thoughts. That saying is true. "Go with the Flow." dude.