whether it is a minor disappointment
or a major shock,
is the signal that things
are moving into transition
in our lives.”
transition seems to be a major theme in my thoughts these days. the transition of winter into spring (though at times this seems to be a false transition. snow has fallen. again.). the transition of life into death. so many elders have been passing these past couple of weeks at work. my artistic evolutions. friends becoming less than friends. others becoming other than friends. still more becoming more than so.
there is little one can do about these transitions in life. but to sit and watch. observe the little changes. digest the large changes. adapt. blend. become one with them.
they are not unlike the transitions of discarded fragments, stitched down. blended. woven. adapted. changed into something new...
spinning new stories. finding new lives. new experiences. this little guy has yet to begun whispering his story into my waiting ear... but something tells me that he has quite a story to tell.
meanwhile, there are too many voices murmuring in the darkness tonight. like a rush of dark wings. fluttering all at once. i can't make out anything in particular. so i am contenting myself to just listen to the cacophony of feathered whispers...