On Points of Ubiquity | The subduction zone of life

As Bob Dylan sang, 'times they are a changing'. And my life is no different. I am not ready to share the details of what is changing, because I'm not actually sure of all the changes, but there is a major shift coming. In the last 72 hours the tectonic plates of my life subducted; and with the change in terrain, I must also change how I approach the daily grind.

It all reminds me of The Great Chicago of 1871. I read about it with my kids in one of those epic "I Survived" books. According to the text, at least four miles of the city were destroyed by the fire. People across the nation didn't believe Chicago could or would rebuild -- but it did. Chicago became one of the most important hubs of the United States, and from the pictures of the time, one of the most beautiful.

My questions at this point in the reflection are why do we doubt that something can be done? Why do we as humans look at devastation and say it's over? Why does the naysayer even get to have an opinion? Even if the city was reclaimed by the natural world and became a beautiful forest or marsh again, isn't that regrowth in some way?

There are so many reasons why I relate to the events of 1871, but for now I will say this. If I write nothing else in this post today, this reflection will be enough. I am not swirling. I am not lost. I am not afraid. I am hopeful. I am curious. I am willing. I am trying to be humble. I am listening. I am praying. I am working. I am playing. I am dancing. I am singing. I am writing. In a very dramatic way I will say: I am becoming.

I'll share more next week about what I'm becoming as those pieces reveal themselves.

Until next time, friends.

Take care,

Slade