Today, I chose a lotus flower that was beyond its peak and starting to drop its petals. As the lotus flower ages from one stage to the next, the center of the flower keeps the present rigid and stiff form as long as possible. It's the petals on the outside that are the first to lose their structure. They dance around the middle as a flamenco dancer dances around the guitar player, her full skirt flowing in the wind
I've noticed that my life tends to mimic this pattern as things don't change, grow, or die all at once. We see a few wrinkles one day. Notice an ache that doesn't go away as quickly another day. That one grey hair has turned into five on yet another day.
I've invested a lot of time in my past trying to hang onto the status quo. I'm especially prone to this when I'm able to savor a hard-earned reward. I've come to learn that the more detached I am to being in the present, the easier it is for me to dance on the winds of change when they inevitably come. And the ability to do that brings grace and happiness that far surpasses what I had while being attached to being in the middle of it all.