It's been horribly windy in Melbourne these past few weeks. It's cold too, rainy most days, and the sun struggles to pierce the grey. Metal mimics the weight of plastic, sturdy objects are blown a few feet off the ground. Wind is tiring, freezing, mood altering. I even think inanimate objects are weary of the wind - imagine being a flag - its thin body flapping, stretched, bending and blowing faster, longer and more out of control than it ever signed up for?! That forced change must be exhausting.
I wrote about weakness, change and grief earlier in the month. I've taken stock and evaluated how I've coped. Overall I'm doing ok. Good even. I am having fun and seeing personal growth. I'm tired but I'm accomplished. I'm happy.
Change seems so frightening - the prospect of newness is daunting until that newness becomes routine. There's less apprehension and more confidence. And there's comfort knowing that the future is bright, even though things won't be the same. Now I am living the change, it's not as bad as I imagined.
I saw that jewelled web hanging from tree branches at the Abbotsford Convent last week. The wind was icy and hurt my eyes. But the artwork brightened the day. I forgot the wind and saw its shimmer. Doesn't it look beautiful against the crisp blue sky? That jewelled web is strong and sparkling, even when it's blowing a gale. That's how I resolve to embrace this change. Strong and sparkling.