“We rest; A dream has power to poison sleep.
We rise; One wandering thought pollutes the day.
We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away;
It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of departure still is free.
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but mutability!”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
I helped my mom and dad with a yard sale yesterday. Though certainly not what I would call a good time, it did provide an interesting opportunity for observation. As clothing, housewares and — frankly — pure junk exchanged ownership, I pondered the mutability of these objects. Going off to new homes with people as diverse as the objects themselves, these things — these man-made creations — have no awareness nor care for the change. Instantly, they adapt. How unlike us they are! — creations in which there is a keen awareness of change most often rooted in fear or denial. We are fortunate, so very blessed, to have been granted by our creator the liberty to make our own decisions regarding how we adapt to change. We have the power to decide whether change will be a catalyst for new growth or to inanimately remain the same — like a lifeless old spoon in a new drawer.
“Iron & Ivy”, Nikon D800, ISO 640, f/7.1 at 1/200 sec., 45mm
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