You can't stop it. It's the only thing you can count on. Things change:
The leaves changing color and dancing in the wind as I drove down to Oregon to speak at the Tigard Knitting Guild and to teach workshops over the weekend. What a kind and curious and welcoming group of knitters! I had a great time and, as always, learned as much as anyone in the class.
Packing to move back to Berkeley. I leave Seattle on November 24th--I'm so happy to be settling in with my husband, but so sad to be saying goodbye to my hometown and my friends up here. Gingko is settling into her apartment, though, and it's time for mama bear to head south. I deliberately held off thinking about this until after the workshop weekend in Oregon--now I'm sorting and packing, putting piles of papers into recycling, gathering bags of clothing and books for charity, sorting yarns into boxes to be shipped to California. And crying a bit.
Heading off to volunteer at the polls today. This has been an emotional election period for me--I have been brought to tears often by the stirring voices for constructive change that we've heard the last few months. You know where I stand: Obama/Biden!
Sometimes change happens to us--and sometimes we bring about change. Vote!