A little Bird told Me

Upon reflection, life altering experiences do not immediately change me … there is not an instantaneous event and BOOM … a moment of being wherein a behavior transforms into a revolutionized better me.  No … not that way at all. 

Transformation is defined as the act or instance of transforming; this definition does not explain how change happens for me.   Let me use a project to illustrate this point.  In the backyard, we are designing a path extending from the patio to a very small pool of water located in the far corner.   While taking hikes through mountainous area of Utah, we have collected a variety of medium, flat stones, all different shapes. Once positioned in place, the diverse forms build on each other to fashion the walkway.  To date, this work is not complete because we enjoy the search and are not in a rush. 

Transition for me is like the path I am helping to construct.  Each day is composed of diverse events that link to past occurrence.  I keep fitting the pieces together.  With time, I will synthesize what I have learned (or refused to learn) and perhaps overcome a negative trait.  One day, I’ll turn backwards in review and admire the effort, no matter how difficult, because these actions were needed to develop. 

Outside the door wall, the curved footpath is almost complete; it is beautiful and unique.  Small birds lightly peck at seeds strewn over the surface.  I can imagine them saying to their flock, “Hey, check this out.  There is something new developing here.”