“Where are your treasures?”
We humans love our “ruts” .
We get up in the morning, (shave?), wash (?), make coffee, fire up the computer ….
… daily following some unknowingly-programmed but carefully-honed combinations of morning ablutions, dressing, eating, drinking, conversing gently with those we love (?), and we predictably start thinking about the coming day.
We really are much like deer who take the same trails for centuries
~ even when that trail no longer makes sense. ~
and then… the phone rings… or the doorbell rings … or someone gets sick …. or someone dies… or some deadline looms (~ like having to renew our Immigration permits ~ or ~ dealing with getting our previously-legal cars out-of-the-doghouse).
Each, and all, bringing change
that is beyond our control.
If we briefly step outside our ruts, and step outside our frustrations and our reactions to these changes, we might notice that change is a constant.
If you can still see-light-and-hear-thunder, then things are changing.
. . . Continue Reading ……………
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You can read the full article at: Change: Moving to Mexico …. Living in Mexico
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Feel free to copy while giving proper attribution: YucaLandia/Surviving Yucatan.
<em>© Steven M. Fry</em>
Read on, MacDuff.