Winds of Change

Job 6: My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
[7] O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

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You might ask me why I’m stuck on wind this week or why I keep going on about change. Wonder no more. Change is coming, change is inevitable, change happens when we’re not even seeking the little bugger.The wind reference? Well, it's windy here in Nebraska.

As writers we change and grow probably more often than we think. With every new word, new sentence structure, and new craft skill, our writing is changing. Have you noticed a difference in your writing? When you were a teen you wrote, you grew and learned, wrote differently, and now as you’re mature, there are skills you are still learning to implement into your writing?

I can see growth in my writing since beginning this blog. I’m no longer all over the place (some may disagree) but poo on them, I see the change and I’m aware of it with every written word! My sentences have meaning, my poetry has life, I may even have spring in my step.

Uh oh, Spring? Did I say SPRING? I sure did. With Spring, comes change, comes winds of change. Really it sweeps in like a tidal pool and pulls you along and by the time Summer arrives you look back at that Winter person you were and wonder how the heck did you arrive here at this point.

I think with spring in my step, words to carry me from point A to point B, I can shape my world into whatever I want. This week has a rising affect on me and no matter what color my reality is painted, there is no way of escaping the winds of change about to take place.

Can’t you feel it in the trembling soil? Can’t you hear it in the shivering stems? Leaves are bursting forth, grass is popping up, threads of life are everywhere to be seen with the naked eye, or to be heard with the trumpeting ear.

Always remember, change is for the better. To return to the old you is like putting the egg back into the shell; quite impossible, just ask Humpty Dumpty. You may not like the bumps along the way, the shifts or turns in the road, but it is all for the better, the best of the shaping of you!

Why not take the time to reflect this week? Reflect on the person you were, or used to be, the writer that was, to the writer that is, the living breathing entity that is now and yet to be. Come alive with spring. Allow the winds of change to shape you and carry you into a new dawn.

Psalms 16:11 Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.