Change is inevitable, inescapable at best. It marches on regardless if we watch from the safety of our homes, or if we were the center of our own universe. Needless to say there has been a lot of changes in my life over the last few months. There are good days and not-so-good days, all part of the bigger picture of dealing with a loss in ones life. Some of those losses are greater than others. Some take you by surprise and others you were expecting, even if you were not expecting them so soon. I have always allowed the things I write to be my main source of dealing with things. But sometimes you get to a point where you have to sit and center yourself, and allow things to sink in. To grieve for the things that will never come back, and to adjust to the changes that loss will create for the rest of your life. You say to yourself, I will get through this and I will be stronger for it. You must look at your life, and decide how to shuffle the things that are still going on in it. And then, you must set aside some time to just let yourself "exhale". Time to tell yourself that for every loss, there can and will be a balancing out of the rest of things in your universe. That may actually end up being the hardest part. Instead of pulling down the blinds and retreating from world, you must allow yourself to celebrate change. Allow the flow of the energy that is to come be like poetry in motion. There need not be a hurricane to allow yourself to be cleansed with the water. You can just as easily allow yourself to walk along the edge taking each step at a time until you have allowed the water to softly cleanse you, one wave at a time.