it is hard to move, to shift, to breathe new air, when a plan has not been carefully charted.

going with the wind sounds fun but when the gusts pick up and threaten to blow you down how do you proceed?

transitions.

movements not often fully felt until in the middle of the change. realization sets in reminding you of what has gone, daring you to look at what has come.

i am going through transitions.

first wife, now mother to son...sons. remembering what once was while being challenged to receive what is and hoping for what is to come.

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:

² A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
³ A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
⁴ A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
⁵ A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
⁶ A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
⁷ A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
⁸ A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.

-- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 NKJV