Dear friend,
So much of life revolves around adjusting to change.
I remember an elderly woman who caught my attention one time, early on in my move to London. She was walking up Camberwell Road. She wore a hair scarf and tan raincoat and sensible shoes.
I was sitting in a cafe. Watching the world framed by the window. Grains of salt and sugar spilt on the formica table top. Maybe something about her reminded me of my Nana.
I was in my twenties then so she looked a million miles away in time. When you’re young you can’t imagine what it means to live in an aging body.
She walked with a slow measured purpose. One shopping bag, the old fashioned type, with rounded handles. I wondered how long she’d lived in this area. The changes she’d been through. How was it for her when she was young?
She seemed both frail and strong.
A survivor from a ship that had ran aground on the rocks of time.
Don’t you find it odd, how some people stand out in your mind, and countless others slip past unnoticed?
The world changing faster than we can adapt to it.
Spinning.
Whatever the change may be.
We adapt.
Eventually.
Be gentle as you adjust.
There is a place within than never changes.
That time cannot reach.
The eternal you.
The lover.
The playful kid.
Curious.
Then there’s the other side of the coin.
The changes we want to see.
They start as thoughts and images in the mind.
It takes time for the world to adjust to our will.
As if it’s asking,
“Are you sure this is what you want, this world you are building in your mind, you do know the power in you child?”
We don’t always see it, but we do always have choices. We can choose peace instead of judgement. We can choose to forgive and we can choose to look for the good in the ourselves and the people around us.
Following in the footsteps of the ones who have gone before.
Trusting the power of love.
Is with us.
Always.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey