I thought I’d start my blog with a poem. I was thinking about how we encounter change, and the way our attitude towards it can effect our experience of it. I was feeling frustrated by the many new platforms, signs ups, log ins, etc., and wishing for that speedy interaction that comes from familiarity. But then I took a deep breath, and tried to enjoy the process of navigating new territory, and how it might inform the way I navigate other spaces.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay.