That irritability, the discomfort, that impatience that I have been feeling… it is a sign. It is a rapping on the door, a weathervane turning. Change is coming.
But change is always coming. Nothing remains static, except, sometimes, small self’s grasping for predictability.
True. Change is coming. But more than that, something is wanting to take form, something is asking to be given shape. That edginess comes from the distant, quiet awareness that I am being called, that I am being invited to allow some indistinct feeling to come through me and express itself in my life, through my body, or within it, perhaps.
Now that I recognize it, now that it is named, I can permit myself to remember how often I have experienced this before.
And how I am filled with wonder by what it is that results.
And so, instead of pushing away the change that will come, with or without my consent, I can center myself and prepare to receive it.