Around me, lives are changing. Businesses are closing. Some are in rapid growth phases. People are moving, upwardly or downwardly mobile. Others are changing careers, and not just jobs. Relationships are beginning. Relationships are failing.
It’s the last one that makes me the sad. The closeness and bonding that can occur when two people allow it, work at it, maintain and sustain it, is a special thing. A most wonderful thing that cannot be broken overnight. Physical separation does not sever that bond — we only fully realise how connected we are to someone when we leave.
It is not that I judge the people involved, or want to talk of the rightness or wrongness of any relationship or breakup. I sigh for them, for both of them, I send acres of love to both of them, because I have seen the journey that is ahead. There is such pain in the withdrawal of that bond.
Life is changing here too. Most prominent is the change in the seasons and the desire for different foods, different activities and different ways of being.
Yet in the midst of change, it is the familiar that keeps us sane. The routines and habits, the foods and company, the jokes and the intimate shared understanding of the journey of change. It is the mindful undertaking of the day to day-ness of our lives. Cooking a favourite dish. Cleaning the car and the bathroom. Sewing the button on the school uniform. Repairing and renovating the furniture. Picking the olives. Sharing a glass of wine with a friend. Remembering the most important things about this life at this time on this earth.