Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes…

Two days ago the Rocky Mountain Bluebirds
Fled the fires and pandemic hot spots
Of Colorado and Northern New Mexico..

The migratory pattern had been mitigated
by the unusually dry, warm weather, thick smoke and heavy winds.
But this morning when they flew over the BackLand and her water holes
They knew they were on course once again.

There waiting patiently in the high desert grasses
On the faded red wooden bench
Was the soon-to-be-old woman.
Each Autumn for over 40 years
She had welcomed them with water and seed.
She could count on their migratory visit and their winged wisdom.

Resting this morning on the barb wire they sang wholeheartedly ~
We are living in the change that changes every….single…thing.
We are living in the change that changes every….single…thing.
We are living in the change that changes every….single…thing.

The soon-to-be-old woman nodded in agreement.
Taking her blue ink pen and paper
She wrote at the top of the page:
“Change Agent: Living in the Change that Changes Every…Single…Thing”.

Next she listed antidotes to live and step fearlessly into the change that changes everything..
She is currently engaged in those steps.

How are you living in the change that changes everything?
How are you showing up as the change agent in your community?

A deep bow to Father Rohr for your continued inspiration.

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