There's the sort of climatic shift having to do with weather conditions and then the sort having to do with the navigating of human relations and mood, etc. We are in flux, the universe and its beings, understudies in continuous revision and incessant fine-tuning as both organisms and as a system. The fragility of protoplasm and the tenacity of it are both in evidence and the paradox wows me.
New patterns, new plants, new creatures evolve.
New arrangements in friendships, new frameworks, even new associations to old connections develop. Reorganizing ourselves with each experience and bringing to consciousness things both dormant and camouflaged is the point; or at least one point on this Moravian Star that I call my life.
Truly living is an equation for me that involves change, awareness, remaining current- and riding the currents that present themselves.