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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.
It’s inexorable.
Evolutionary truth.

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)