Just about the time I think I have this “change” thing figured out…guess what? Change happens. And I realize how fragile are the equilibrium and equanimity I’ve achieved. I find out how attached I’ve become: to a routine, to a position, to a persona.
Attachment is the issue. We can’t go through life without forming attachments. What a sad state that would be! But when we grasp things so tightly- or allow them to stick on us as though we were made of velcro- for the sake of building up and protecting our little selves…we can fool ourselves into thinking that we are our attachments, our accomplishments, the roles we play.
Spending time recently with someone approaching the end of her life taught me again about letting go and accepting change. Accepting everything…and letting it go. What matters is the love, the true attachments we have nurtured and that have nurtured us, the loves of our lives that create our true Self through acceptance. Susan was blessed to be encircled by those she loved in her last days. They sang and told stories at her bedside. They cried and sat in silence. Mostly they kept vigil with her as change happened.
How grateful I am to have people in my life who keep vigil as I become who I am. It isn’t just at the hospice bed that this happens. There are so many opportunities each day to accompany each other through life’s changes, to hold each other’s hand as we try our best to let go gracefully.
Jesus did not cling to equality with God. (Phil. 2:6) He did not cling to anything accept to the certainty that he was the beloved of God. So he could accept change- and yet is “the same, yesterday, today and forever”. May we have in us “the mind of Christ” as we learn to live with change.