What is it About This Thing We Call Change?

 The world, our individual lives have been on a trajectory of change for the past many months. Change has been our constant. Dependable in its uncertainty. Lives forever changed. Lives lost. A pandemic. We are now beginning to return to what we once knew. There is good and bad in that…

We are crawling out of our bunkers and returning to the world. Our communities. Our work. Our social lives. Our families. How have we changed? What is the residual from our collective experience? A “new normal? “What is it about this fickle thing we call change?

Change for the good? Changes beyond our control?  We change relationships. Our jobs. Homes. Music. Even fashion. We change our perspective. Moods too. Pastors preach about change as we mourn the loss of a loved one. Acceptance is key. Acceptance of change is key. We fight change. We embrace change. We look forward to it too. Change is always around us…

In New England our weather changes in a moment’s notice.  A good friend of mine reminded me this morning that change is a good thing with the exception of our environment. I agreed wholeheartedly. Global warming and the changes thereof threaten our planet. Our existence. A heatwave in Vermont so early in June sure feels symptomatic of exactly that. Will this crisis bring about much needed change by we humans?

I have been traveling locally throughout New England in recent weeks. In the car. Out of the car. Reacquainted myself with traffic. The congestion on the interstate highways were still not as busy as they once were but I did take an impromptu visit of Springfield, MA when I was pushed off route 91. People are on the move again. Highway on ramps on route 95 were backed up and some tapping of the brakes was required. It took me a moment or two to return to my learned Boston driving habit of “just going” while driving fast. A car or two cut me off here and there which brought me right back to some much-needed muscle memory and a few choice words. Gestures were not required this trip, but they will return as certain as potholes in the spring.  Ah, home it will always be…

Places to be after months of no places to safely go. I have been on the road more than not this May and June. Normal but not. Exhausting too. The mental stress of doing things post pandemic or post vaccination I should say as Covid-19 is still thrives amongst us. Protocols are quickly changing but even fully vaccinated I continue to pause. I am cautious still. Forever changed? Maybe, but I am optimistic that this will change too…

The guarantee of change is that it will certainly happen again and again after that…

 

                 “The moment of change is the only poem.”  Adrienne Rich

 

Author: Elizabeth Ricketson

A graduate of Providence College with a BA in English, Elizabeth Ricketson has always had a love of literature and the fine arts. Elizabeth’s essays focus on life experiences and life in Vermont.

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