Rebuilt

To be rebuilt is what we need more often than we know. For all the techniques to change our appearance, from surgery to lifestyle, to renew our way of living is difficult. It all sounds like so much effort just to change the shell of a body we inhabit. To become someone better without understanding who we are completely in the first place feels like an impossibility.

Nature shows us how life works even if we can't see ourselves clearly. The way Winter comes and freezes a lot of plant life to near death and Spring arrives to revive them, is how change should work. You start from scratch. Dying may or may not be painful, but it is fearful. It takes faith to see the future means a revival. This pattern of death and rebirth can be confused with a cycle of senselessness. It is true if each rebirth brings us back to the beginning without change.

What happens after death (if anything) is still a mystery. Just like the pattern of starting from scratch to begin anew happens as Season change, the revival is not guaranteed.

I experienced involuntary dying of sorts during the past few years. It happened to coincide with the birth of my niece 6 years ago. I was rebooted, rebuilt, revived in health, work, self-image, love, hope, value, vision, faith, creativity, morality, world-view and probably in ways I don't yet realize.

The song is dancing to change, forgiveness and starting over. The picture is a natural quarry in Australia whose shape is mesmerizing. From this angle, between the mirrors of the sky and water, it looks like a ruin of a medieval castle. A castle, a view, beauty that just needs to be captured.

Change is hard not because it requires a lot of effort. It's just hard to let go of who we thought we were, to be revived into someone new. For what we cannot see frightens us, even if it is a better self waiting for us in the Spring.