A section of a personal image, by Morag Noffke. 
Change...
I realize I am facing loss of many things. I wonder if you are too? It is that time of life for me. Wading through heavy stuff. I feel like I am going through a metamorphosis on a grand scale. It is like a slow release... a missing that comes and goes a knowing that life will never be quite the same yet it will go on, changed. A future continually changing and a past always appreciated. The present with every nuance, every change, struggle, victory and joy... and still to be able to hold it all, knowing that it is all part of life and okay. This is a wonderful place to be in. The Source has all, provides all, and holds our hands, our times, plans, problems and successes. For us it is still hard. I know you feel it too.
Times have always had it’s harsh reality whether it is now with covid-19 or at any other time. We all have to face ourselves and our lives. Our lives are always changing whether we want to admit it or not yet we can still enjoy life and find the joy, peace and love in the moments as we live with gratitude.
Till next time, take care and live with gratitude.
Morag Noffke 
This is so very beautiful and relatable especially at this time in our lives when our world is so troubled.
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Thank you so much 🤗💐
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Your images are stunning.
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Thank you.
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As you say, it is all part of life. So change is just part of the experience. Really beautiful and thought-provoking poem! 🙏🌸
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Thank you for your encouraging comment.
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Well spoken. 🤠🔥
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Thank you.
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The Source has all, provides all, and holds our hands, our times, plans, problems and successes. For us it is still hard. I know you feel it too.
I find this profound…
Thank you..
Sx
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💐🙏🤗I am happy you think so, thank you.
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Believe me. I know whereof you speak. “For the times they are a changing.”
So are my grandbabies, son’s, and their wives. But now other than an hour here or there a week, I am not a part of their lives. My grandbabies to protect them in case I am an asymptomatic Covid carrier; my son and his wife,mainly to protect me. I miss so many things, activities, pleasures I used to share with my loved ones and friends. Now I talk on the phone, FaceChat, and long for the hugs and excitement of my grandsons calling me, “MaHa!” I miss all that and more. Aside from calls with friends like you, one tiny thing does help some, at times: a hot fudge, nut sundae at Dairy Queen!! I’ll take what I can get.
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Missing the familiar past finding new ways of being anchored by the small, but meaningful rituals of a call or nut sundae; like you say in your last post, routine is important!
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Thank you, Moragnoffke. We both have similar ideas and thoughts. Hugs!
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So true 😻
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You spoke some truth there, well done.
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Thank you for your thoughts, for visiting and following my blog. I look forward to you speaking your truth too.
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