Mary shuffled with a limp while carrying the dirty dishes from the dining table to the kitchen. She tried to hide the fact that something was wrong from Jim, her husband of 42 years, and even though his back was to her as she walked, he knew instantly something was amiss.
“Is your hip hurting again honey,” asked Jim? He had turned to see her final two steps as she reached the kitchen sink; she was clearly favoring her left side. “Hon, how bad is it?”
“It’s okay Jim, just a little stiff from the arthritis. I’ll be fine; go read your paper and rest,” Mary replied with just a little white lie. Her hip and knee were on fire it seemed.
My bride shifted her leg, just a little, but enough so that my foot no longer touched hers. That was enough to bring me from a deep slumber into a semi-conscious state where dreams appear real, and reality flickers like a candle on a dark night. We were spooning, cuddled together under clean sheets and a down comforter, perfectly matched as two spoons in drawer. She was warm, radiating a soft fire that kept the winter chill from invading our bed. She says that I am like a heater, always good to keep the bed warm, but it is she who brings warmth. My knees touch the inside of her thighs, and my left hand rests gently on her hip. I feel her body rise with every breath, and I hear the soft melody of air caressing her lips. But my foot is no longer in contact with hers and that causes a ripple in my happiness, so without my asking or prompting, my left foot moves the two inches needed to find her. And then, having accomplished its goal my foot can be at peace again.
There is an old saying that “change is inevitable.” I suppose that is right, and I know that every major scientist from Galileo to Einstein would agree, since we are on a rock that is circling the sun even when we are sitting perfectly still (impossible to do), we are in motion and thus there is constant change around us. Their point is well taken, each new day has a different period of daytime than the previous, the temperature changes every day and night; humidity, wind speed – the list of measurements can go on forever, and they will all support the old saying about change. So the outside environment changes constantly, not only where you are, but from place to place as well. For instance, six days ago I was standing on a warm beach, it was 85 degrees outside, and the humidity was 75%. Today at home, it is a not-so-balmy 45 degrees and raining. (That is a weather change that I could do without!) When you ride a motorcycle, the temperature can change dramatically every minute as you move from shade to sun. How about inside changes, are they inevitable as well? I know this; it must have been the external environmental factors, probably humidity, that caused all of my clothing to shrink while on vacation, because everything fit tighter going home than when we arrived. Some changes we consider good, and look forward to its arrival, and some we fight, not wanting that aspect of our life to change. Certain changes we wait to happen, and there are some important matters that will never change. For instance: