I love change. I love it when the pain in my back changes to no pain. I love it when the seasons change and we get different weather. I love it when laws are changed and people who love each other have the freedom to marry whomever they desire.
I love change, except when I don’t. I don’t like it when the laws that protected the voting rights of millions of minorities are struck down. I don’t like it when someone suffers because of the change in the economy. I hate change when my sister was living and now she is dead.
Freud suggested that being human is to love what we hate and to hate what we love. Guess by this description I am human.
But, regardless of whether or not I love or hate certain changes, the fact is I must learn to live with it. I can try to grab onto what I love and keep it from changing. And when it changes, I can hang onto the memory of the way things were. I can attach myself so tightly to the way things were that I am create a prison made of the remains of that which has changed.
Or, I can learn to live with change. I can forgive the past for changing and find mercy for those who are responsible for the changes. I can open my heart to the possibility that there is something in the changed reality which I can celebrate. I can try to imagine a new way of living in the absence of the way life was before.
This seems to be important work if I want to flourish in my future. My future is emerging from the changing of my life the way it now is. If I open my heart to it’s possibilities, maybe I will discover blessing.