Winter became spring, spring became summer, summer became heat wave, draught and then became autumn just like that. It all happened so fast. Weeks became months became years. Now, looking back, I think it has all happened so fast. All of it.
My whole life in an instant. This past weeks, months, in merely a glimpse.
Are these transitions not happening faster than they used to?
Has time it self changed?
Sometimes I wonder.
I have read that the migrating birds… some of them have stopped migrating, due to climate change. They arrive earlier, leave later, sometimes they don´t show up at all. Like: when the leaves were getting brown and falling to towards the ground this summer. Corroding before their time. It was horrifying. I mean; what if I can´t look to the sky and tell if it is autumn or spring by the directions of the birds or the color of the leaves?
So I wonder; if time itself is changing, if the transitions are happening faster than anticipated (and I think they are) how can we respond, what can we think, what can we do?
I have given this a lot of thought.
What if I am changing? What if I am no longer who I used to be?
How do we live during times of great transitions?
You know I do think I have some experience in this.
I don´t need to know what comes next, I don´t need to construct a plan, plans are no longer useful, adaptability is. This is my experience.
My experience is this; it is not the plan that is important.
I can just write here, I can say; hello.
It dosn´t have to be more than that.
We can say hello.