Signs of change are afoot. The meadow flowers that have been my markers of time since our move to this place are currently holding strong on goldenrod and asters.
Two of my favourite family members are now off on their own adventures far away from here. Leaving but one close enough to be the willing recipient of daily and somewhat claustrophobic motherly love - for a little longer anyway. I have been down this road a couple of times now. I know the inevitability of change.
I know it and grapple with it. Each change of this magnitude leaves me scrambling to find my footing once again. Figuring out how to be the Mama that I have always been despite the readying of wings for flight seems an impossible task. This craft is one I have been working on and sometimes perfecting for 21 years. And while some aspects of this role stay the same , most become glaringly different.
And yet, this knowledge I can shoulder. The hard part is the hole that is left in my days. Not to mention my heart.