Do Not Fear These Days of Change
Do not fear these days of change, for they are not merely moments of loss or upheaval, but sacred thresholds where life whispers its eternal truths. The elders, those who have walked longer on this path, remind us that life moves in cycles, much like the tides that dance with the moon's pull. What seems to retreat from our grasp, what feels like an ending, may well be the fertile soil in which the seeds of a new beginning are quietly taking root.
Change is the rhythm of life, an ancient song sung by the earth and the stars. Seasons turn, rivers carve new paths, and even the steadfast mountains are shaped by winds that never cease their movement. So too are we shaped by the changes that come unbidden. Yet, we resist them, clinging to the comfort of what is known, as though the familiar might shield us from the wildness of life’s unfolding.
But consider this: the oak tree does not mourn the acorn it once was, nor does the butterfly long to return to the chrysalis. Within each transformation, a silent wisdom resides, a knowing that life’s purpose is not in holding still but in becoming. What seems to be an end is often a moment of sacred re-creation, where the old releases its hold, making way for the new to emerge.
In these days of change, let yourself rest in the wisdom of cycles. Trust that the same hands that cradle the stars and call forth the dawn are holding you, even as the ground beneath you shifts. You are not abandoned in this process; you are being invited into a deeper rhythm, one that pulses with life’s enduring vitality.
Let yourself grieve what is passing, for grief is a form of honoring. To weep for what has been lost is to acknowledge its value, its meaning in the tapestry of your days. But do not let your grief anchor you to the past. Instead, let it soften the soil of your heart, preparing it to receive the seeds of what is yet to come.
Consider the soil itself, dark and quiet, where unseen miracles unfold. Buried beneath the surface, seeds split open, surrendering their form to become something entirely new. There is a breaking that must happen before life can rise again. So too in your life, there will be moments when you feel split open by change, when the comfort of what you know crumbles into uncertainty. Yet it is here, in this fertile darkness, that the promise of new life begins.
Do not fear these days of change, for they are an invitation to grow. They call you to step beyond the borders of your familiar self, to venture into the unknown where possibility waits. The winds of change may strip you bare, but they also carry the seeds of your becoming. They remind you that you are not fixed or finite, but fluid, capable of transformation and renewal.
And when the weight of uncertainty feels too great, look to the natural world for guidance. Watch the trees as they surrender their leaves to the autumn winds, trusting that spring will return. Notice how rivers bend and reshape themselves, unafraid to carve new courses. Let these quiet teachers show you how to move through change with grace and courage.
Life does not abandon us in times of transition. Instead, it holds us more closely, wrapping us in the tender embrace of its eternal cycles. Trust this embrace. Trust that even in the breaking, there is beauty. Trust that the endings you face are the beginnings of something you cannot yet see.
So, breathe deeply. Stand in the storm if you must, but know that it will pass, and with it will come clarity. The sun will rise on a new landscape, one shaped by change yet full of promise. And in that light, you will see that what you thought was an ending was, all along, the beginning of a new chapter in the great story of your life.
Do not fear these days of change. They are the seasons of your becoming, the sacred unfolding of who you are meant to be. Embrace them, and let them carry you forward, toward the new life waiting just beyond the horizon.
BLESSING
May you find within yourself a quiet strength to meet the days of change, trusting that even in the midst of upheaval, life is working gently to renew and restore you. May the wisdom of the seasons teach you to let go with grace, just as the trees release their leaves in autumn, knowing that new growth will surely follow.
May your heart remain open, even as it grieves what has passed, allowing sorrow to deepen the soil of your soul so that it may nourish what is to come. May you trust that every ending holds the seed of a beginning, and that life, in its infinite creativity, is always shaping something beautiful from the broken pieces.
May you find moments of stillness amidst the storms of change, moments where you can hear the quiet whispers of wisdom that rise from deep within. May you remember that you are held in the embrace of something greater, something that sees far beyond the horizon of this moment.
May you be patient with yourself as you navigate the uncertainty, granting yourself the kindness and compassion you would offer to a dear friend. May you release the need to understand every step of the journey and instead trust that the path will reveal itself in time.
May the natural world be a source of solace and inspiration to you, teaching you to bend without breaking, to root yourself deeply even as the winds blow. May the cycles of nature remind you that transformation is not a sudden act but a gentle unfolding, one that cannot be rushed or forced.
May you awaken to the beauty hidden within this season of change, discovering the quiet gifts that come only through surrender. May you look back one day with a sense of awe, seeing how the threads of these uncertain days were woven into a tapestry of renewal and growth.
And as you step forward into what is yet unknown, may you feel a quiet confidence that you are becoming, day by day, the person you are meant to be. May this journey of change bring you closer to the heart of life itself, where all things are held, transformed, and made new.
I love You,
Alma
