My dearest pal I have ever known gave me a little trinket I have on my piano. It is an aqua blue clothespin upon which there is a ceramic square filled with a vibrant butterfly: Behold, I make all things new. Rev. 21:5
It actually reads more like this: And he who was seated on the throne said, "Behold, I am making all things new." Also he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true."
Transforming is indeed about making all things new – taking a place, an organization, a family, and turning them around. Transitioning is another matter; a bit more testy, less trustworthy and true.
When one finds oneself having both going on at once, the cacophony is overwhelming – and the loss is felt even more severely.
Who is on the throne?
Just a muse. I have no answer. I only know that tomorrow is the first anniversary of me pops passing and that my mom is quite ill and that I remain unemployed and that my home life, my own life, is nothing more than a shattered shadow.
Ouch.
Ouch.
SJA
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