Change is not always pretty.
I mean, look at molting.
Somehow, you’ve got to lose all those worn out feathers,
regrow new and shiny ones.
It’s not a choice,
and it’s not like changing your shirt, either.
It drags on.
Interrupts your normal egg-a-day routine.
Makes you vulnerable and miserable.
But you can’t wish it away.
Stick it out.
Learn its language.
Comply with its demands.
There will come a day when you’re wearing a slick new set of feathers.
Then, you’ll preen.
(Reflection and photo: Bob Ernst, Plowshares Farm Center for Education and Spirituality)