Even when we are still — to the point of holding our breath — change happens. At the subatomic level and on the scale of galaxies too large for us to fathom, change is constant.

The idea that we can hold anything static is an illusion.

Instead, we have moments of intersection and connection. Windows of time when there’s a certain kind of alignment. It might last a second or it might last a lifetime. But within and without, abrupt and glacial, change is happening.

We move, we change, we grow, we decay.

We even try to resist.

But change is persistent.

When we can be at peace with this, we can stop trying to fight it … and instead we can dance with it.