If I were to have a conversation with change about changing a mind, this is how I imagine it mig ht go… “You're here. I did not expect you n ow. Change. “What do you expect? Change. “What are you asking me to do – who are you asking me to become?” Change. “I’ve never heard this before.” Change your mind “ This is different than what I thought before. I’m learning something new.” Change your mind “I’m not sure I know everything I should. This is a good. This is hard. Changing your mind “I wish I didn’t have so much to learn. I care about you – I’m willing to try. Change you “ In time, we will figure out how to solve this.” Change you “It isn’t perfect, but we have a start.” Change you “We must find a way, to truly, honestly, love one another.” Changed. The art of changing our minds is one that requires a few essenti
There is nothing better than a windy day. One that arrives, with almost, too-much-force. Disheveling hair. Opening the door of my soul. Stealing the sound of my laughter like a game of hide and seek. Whipping around my arms and legs. Holding space for me to ebb and flow – Like the seagull held secure in her head-first, wing-flapping, flight. Going somewhere and nowhere at the same time. This is a playful space to pull and press worry, hope, and wonder in and around me. Refreshing, drawing out, and channeling away, everything that keeps me from flying. Copyright September 2020 T.L. Eastman