Permission to Change

Trees bloom again —rings wider,branches longer,flowers brighter;a familiar Spring cycleof evolution. Familiar facesdrift through my memory —those who encountered meone year ago,three years ago,ten years ago,thirty years ago Friends whose paths have curved away from mine. Do I live in a locked boxin their memory the waythey live in mine?Faint impressions loopof prior connection—A laugh we shared,a certain point of view agreed upon,a break of misunderstanding,a comment made in haste. The pace of minutes age the drapery of skin I wear,despite my choosing. Mindful, daily steps offer the vessel of soul I bearto evolve with the seasons. I can’t change…