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A reminder from your therapist that nothing lasts forever. . . . . . . . . .

  • julienaylorcounsel
  • Mar 28
  • 2 min read

I saw my first butterfly of the year yesterday. A beautiful reminder of how things come and go.


When I looked in the mirror this morning, I glanced again at the once fine lines around my eyes that seem to have settled as deeper crevices. Their presence is constant now, even when I’m not smiling, or screwing my face up in some other way. A tapestry of time. Memories of living.


The snowdrops on the field at the bottom of my street just beginning to peep through now stand proudly, soaking up the smattering of new spring sun. They’re in bloom. It’s their time. They’ll be gone again. And then they’ll return.


I took a picture last weekend whilst a new queen bee buzzed around my head. I caught her on camera in full flight. Open wings, diligently working, eager for life.


At sunset on Wednesday, the sound of geese flying overhead filled the air. I wondered where they’d been. Wondered where they were going. Did they know how to get there?


Driving my car, I caught the profile of my Father looking out of the passenger window, gently humming a tune. I saw his age. I felt my stomach clench. The passing of time often goes so unnoticed. I quickly turned back to my driving. I love that man.


My phone reminded me of my baby niece. A tiny bundle in my arms, sleeping peacefully, her body fitting easily into the crease of my arm. The joyful, noisy stomping of a now almost 2 year old, a stark contrast. Oh, how she’s grown.


The nights are getting lighter. It didn’t happen all at once. It kind of crept in. I cannot pinpoint the moment, but I notice it.


AI could write this for me now, much better than I can. I’m smiling as I’m typing; how things have changed.


So, you see, change is everywhere. A constant fluid plethora of awe and wonder, tragedy and despair.


We don’t always notice it, but it’s there.


Nothing ever stays the same. Not really.


Change is life.


Tiny little moments of life.


Light and dark.


Dark and light.


It means you’re living.


And I’m so glad you are.


J X






 
 
 

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