Thanks to souldipper for pointing me back toward this poem, which I wrote and posted
in October 2010, graced by John Singer Sargent’s loose-limbed “Spanish Dancer.”
Seems I invariably end up back at Bouguereau when I go trolling for images:
note the woman has now shed her clothes!
I live in a drought-stricken, dusty place, and, as a double Piscean,
I tend to bring my own water (and fluidity) with me wherever I go.
Dare I say I relate to this woman, who has stripped herself bare
and displays scant interest in knowing what’s about to arrive?
“Meh,” she says, “I’ll deal when it’s right in my face, but why spoil the surprise?”
There are times to be patient
and times to act
Times to rise up strong and independent
and times to sink to the floor in surrender
Change may very well ask you to be wildly proactive one day
and hands off the next,
an outspoken go-getter one week
and a quiet listener before the next rolls around
Your best chance at riding out flux
is to remain fluid in all things
and unduly attached to none
This need not be backbreaking work,
though flexibility and the willingness to
shake the ridigity out of your bones are key
Resist the temptation
to jump to conclusions too early
Do not hurdle over obstacles
in your rush to reach a destination
before tasting the fullness of the journey
The endless procession of choices
will continue with or without you:
haste is a waste of your energy
You will never be able to speed up change
or slow its inherent momentum ~
and why would you want to?
Every stage of the process
comes bearing its own gifts
An inability to adapt
will strip you of valuable dividends…
…and the wealth they contain.