Season of Change

I am not wholly certain if this is something that my confirmation bias has reaffirmed again and again or if it is something truly happening.  It's like getting a new car and then suddenly seeing the same car everywhere.  

To everything turn, turn, turn/ There is a season; turn, turn, turn

We are in a season of change.  I know that change is constant, yet there are still periods of time where it seems more turbulent than others.  Where instead of small pockets of change there are major changes, tectonic shifts that shake the ground under our feet in transition to a different elevation.  Both ground and water have to adjust.  

And there are spaces when it seems a community feels the shifting, that multiple bodies are kicked off their own feet for the violence of the shift.  Not all the changes are bad, but they do require a degree of reframing and creating new patterns.  

A time to build up, a time to break down/ A time to dance, a time to mourn/ A time to cast away stones/ A time to gather stones together

New houses, new jobs, losing and gaining family members, new conditions and states of being.  Flux and uncertainty.  Even for those I've spoken with that were not involved in some of the changes directly, they seem to at least be affected by those that are.  

It could still be a "seems like" kind of thing; I feel better to acknowledge the feeling.  To take a moment and pause and acknowledge change as it is and how I am currently experiencing it, there is an odd segment of calm in the midst of the turbulence.  

A time to gain, a time to lose/ A time to rend, a time to sow/ A time for love, a time for hate/ A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

Sometimes we get our sea-legs again, remember how to walk with respect to the waves as the boat floats on.  Other times, we have to find something steady to hold on to for a while longer.  And sometimes, the storm stops as abruptly as it began, leaving folks wary and damp but also steady again.  

We weather the season.  We acknowledge the weight.  We move to the next season.  

Turn.  Turn.  Turn.