Changeling

I change, you change, we change. Life is change. The bird that was sold us a chook now a rooster - crowing at all of God’s forsaken hours, turning up as a winge on the local FB page. Much to the devastation of my children - this changeling must be re-homed. Sometimes, sometimes, we get too big for the space we grew up in - sometimes we have to move just because our soul has gotten restless - sometimes we get the opportunity to really change our lot - inside and out and when we take it - embrace it as life giving itself to life - we thrive. There are lots of reasons people chose not to embrace change and each will have their fears and consequences. I am a changeling - and like that rooster I have begun to crow - something that will annoy my neighbours - and it is part of me - part that needs to be heard - so to new pastures I will move - settle in bigger lands where the inhabitants welcome me with glee - love the parts that are generally in hibernation. It kind of happened like that last time I moved north - where my 18 year old boy came alive in the social hub of an English household - I was the silly, audacious me - the part that was not allowed at school - couldn’t quite find its voice in my own family of origin. And where this all leads is anyone’s guess - the fire at the centre of me mirrors the fire at the centre of our galaxy - it is creative and wants to authentically be true to itself whether it makes money or none - wants to find itself in a gift economy making the wheel spin around and around. I’d give myself to that any day. The days of career counsellors are waining and how we enter sacred economics is how we enter anything good - humble, ready, open, available - or for you reader, maybe just smacked around the face all of a sudden and find yourself staring headlong into an abyss where the only instinct is to run and jump - run and jump then - like I am - lets all go, merrily into the place prepared for us - its going to be fun!