Standing Still

Every now and then life gets really weird. Things change that have always been the same. People move. Trade jobs. Retire. Get married. Go in the hospital.

You would think nature would be comforting. The same trees, streams, mountain peaks. But tree limbs break. Streams divert. Seasons blossom and die across the hillsides.

What is it all moving toward? I’d like to know in case I’d choose another direction. They say, to keep from getting taken by the river, you must paddle slower or faster than the current.

Yet sometimes I prefer to just, stand, still.