A Thought on Change

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Change of one sort or another is the essence of life, so there will always be the loneliness and insecurity that come with change. When we refuse to accept that loneliness and insecurity are part of life, when we refuse to accept that they are the price of change, we close the door on many possibilities for ourselves; our lives become lessened…. Life evolves; change is constant.


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Change: a 31 Days series

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Change is a 31 Days series. Our hope is that throughout October, we will share thoughts on change.

Change affects each of us. In this series, we’ll share some of our thoughts on change, as well as some thoughts of others.

We hope you will join us this month. Read along, but also share with us how YOU have been inspired, affected, or changed by change.

You can bookmark this post to easily find the entire series. Thanks for joining us!

Day 1 – Welcome to Change: a 31 Days series
Day 2 – Change Defined
Day 3- A Thought on Change
Day 4- Life is about change
Day 5- 29 Days
Day 6- Change with Motherloss
Day 7- Change is a part of parenting
Day 8- Rising Up
Day 9- Becoming Home
Day 10- Changemakers
Day 15- Passionate Change
Day 27- Walking through change

To read more about this writing challenge, and to find other series to read, go to write31days.com.

 

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Join Us!

The Legacy Project will hold a fundraiser at Chipotle in Davenport on Tuesday, November 1. Stop in at Chipotle between 4-8 pm on the 1st, mention The Legacy Project fundraiser, and 50% of the proceeds goes to The Legacy Project.

In other words, you can make a difference in the life of a Quad Cities motherless girl by eating a burrito. Pretty cool stuff.

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The Gifts

I love photography. There’s something to be said for capturing moments on film. Precious moments of our families, and memories we’ve made together. And as much as I love photographing the people in my life, I especially love nature photography. What I’m reminded of when I shoot nature is just how precious it is and how often times we take it for granted.

The dew on delicate daisy petals.

The sea of intricate purple lupine.

The majestic eagle soaring overhead.

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So while capturing the beauty through a lens is awe-inspiring, so is the quiet serenity that comes from just being in nature – slowing down and enjoying the gifts.

Dewitt Jones, a talented photographer who spent 20 years with National Geographic, uses the phrase, “Celebrate what’s right with the world” when he snaps his photographs. The images he sees through the camera inspire him to do just that.

While I am still motivated to try to create beautiful images of nature, I can allow myself to enjoy the total beauty of the experience. There is a profound spiritual awakening to be enjoyed beyond the realm of f-stops, shutter speed, depth of field, and exposure compensation.

Slow down. Enjoy the gifts.

Mother Loss from the Eyes of a Tween

I worked a funeral luncheon this week. A young 35 year old mom unexpectedly passed away. She leaves behind a husband and three young children: 13, six and three years old. One word? Heartbreaking. As I refilled sandwich trays, stocked the dessert trays, and watched this young family, I was transported back to my mom’s funeral.

For me, the funeral was easy. I am in no way making light of my mom’s death. But as an 11 year old, it was easy to put on a smile, and be surrounded by people showering me with attention. There was food. And more food. There were folks making small talk, asking if you needed anything. There were walks around the funeral home grounds with my bestie, Liz. There was love all around me.

The hardest part of losing my mom came in the quiet. After the hustle and bustle of the funeral, the cards and visits dwindled. No one outside of my family talked about mom anymore. If I could go back to being an 11 year old motherless girl, knowing what I know now, here’s what I’d ask for:

Stories – Silly or serious, give me stories about my mom. If you don’t mind, write them down for me. I may not fully appreciate them at this moment, but I will cherish them later. I’ll take mom stories months or years later, too.

Talk – Just because she’s gone, doesn’t mean she should be forgotten. Please don’t assume that she’s too hard to talk about, and that healing equals ignoring.

Journey – Losing a parent as a child is not a journey often traveled. Who can prepare for something like this? I can’t. But at the end of the day, I just want to be like my friends. I want to take one day at a time. And while this is an important piece of my life story, I don’t want to be defined by my loss.  I’d like it if you treat me like Sally next door.

If you could go back in time during a challenging period of your life, what would you ask for?