Change

Sometimes lessons are loud, like a slap around the head with a wet towel, and sometimes they are the most quiet whispers, hushed tones from the shadows that are barely understandable. Then there are the ones that it takes a subconscious to unravel. 

Last night I had a nightmare about Lego bridges breaking underneath me. 

Who builds lego bridges? Seriously. 

Well, it seems as if I have. And every now and then I stamp extra hard in my life and they crumble away under my feet. They might be bridges I've built between myself and community groups, or people, or practices,  - mostly things that I (and society, probably) feel like I should be doing. and every now and then I make a life choice that doesn't support that Should, that Bridge, and it crumbles away, leaving me with my feet standing . . . .exactly where?

So even though it's all on track and all humming along beautifully, life seems to have taken a turn down a little side track that I hadn't noticed until now, with sometimes less than firm footing, and I have to float and fall my way along by halves until things solidify under me again. 

The feeling is like having the reality around me yanked away and having a new, slightly different one inserted in it's place. The change is quick as a flash, but it still has left me reeling; a little jarred when the differences are noticed. The adventure continues . . .