I love change in the trees, but do I love change in life? I’m convinced it’s supposed be exhilarating yet so much ease is found in similarity. Walking through the beautiful green at the park I spotted a few leaves that were starting to turn. Beautiful, yet familiar. I’m okay with leaves changing, but am I okay when it’s me? Through death there is rebirth. The falling of the leaves, the change of the seasons. The life cycle of insects. What better ways are we are encouraged to improve than through new ideas & experiences? I must remind myself to listen with an open mind and a receptive heart because only then can I truly hear what is being said.