impermanence is its name

This morning, I found myself thinking about a change that has been sitting in the background of my life for a while.

I have been carrying it with me through conversations, errands, and quiet moments. It has a way of showing up whenever my mind has a little space to wander.

When I sat down to practice, I noticed how much tension had settled into my body. My shoulders were tight. My jaw was clenched. My breathing felt shallow. Nothing dramatic. Just the physical weight of something unresolved.

I closed my eyes and followed my breath for a few minutes.

The change was still there.

The uncertainty was still there.

The questions were still there.

What shifted was my relationship to them. For a few moments, I stopped trying to get somewhere else. I stopped rehearsing future conversations and searching for answers I do not have yet. I sat with what was here.

Lately, I have been thinking about impermanence. Not as a philosophy or a teaching, but as something I keep encountering in ordinary life. I don’t know how it happens but out of the blue, the things I once felt certain about can suddenly look wildly different.

I know this to be true. Most of us do. Still, every new season seems to ask for its own letting go.

I am humbled every time. This morning did not bring clarity or resolution. It brought a few extra minutes of paying attention. A few breaths. Pen to paper. A little more space around the thoughts that had been looping in my head.

Sometimes that feels like enough.

The change will continue unfolding in its own time.

For now, I am trying to sit with noticing what it feels like to be here while it does.