This is an excerpt of a post published on freedbodyworks.com. You can read the full post here.
“All that you touch you change. All that you change changes you. The only lasting truth is change. God is change.” -Octavia Butler; Parable of the Sower
I’ve invoked this quote seemingly nonstop for the last couple of months, and once again it floats to the top of my consciousness like the frothy whip at the top of a churn. As I sit here, I am exquisitely unsettled but the fact of an oncoming hurricane, a storm with the potential to change the landscape of a coast I’ve come to love, a storm that’s displacing some of my loved ones, an extreme example of natural power that only heightens my awareness of our changing climate. Two of my friends are welcoming babies to the world this week, and two weeks ago we buried my grandmother. A week from today, I’ll conclude and commence another trip around the sun, the end of an annual exhalation and the beginning of another inhalation. A partner recently moved far away, and another dear one, who I see far too infrequently, welcomed me on my recent trip with that indescribably loving look that is universally understood to mean you are home. I am quaking.
And no less life-altering than any of the above: today is my last day managing Freed Bodyworks.
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