As I’m dealing with change, the morning after the funeral of my good friend Hillel, I’m dealing with searching all my 2,474 previous blog posts for “dealing with change.” The top result of that “dealing with change” search is Day 1888: Well … THEY WERE WRONG which, among other things, deals with climate change. Climate change is something that a lot of people are dealing with, here and now.
I’m also focusing on “dealing with change” today because next week I’ll be conducting a version of my Coping and Healing groups for staff at the major Boston hospital where I work. That’s a change for me and I’m going to focus the group topic on dealing with change, since we’re all dealing with so much change, especially in the health care industry.
One way I deal with change is to blog here daily and to share my photos from the day before. Today’s photos feature
- Julie, the lovely woman from my high school who helped me deal with Hillel’s death by inviting me to stay at her place Tuesday night and go to Hillel’s funeral together,
- Julie’s pets, including two cats and a dog,
- Julie’s beautiful home, inside and out,
- the cemetery where Hillel was buried yesterday, and
- the delicious meal Michael served me when I finally got home last night.
If you want to change the size of any of those photos, just click to enlarge.
Music also helps me deal with change. Here‘s “A Change is Gonna Come” written and sung by Sam Cooke.
What are your thoughts and feelings about dealing with change?
No matter what change I’m dealing with, I’m grateful I’m alive another day to deal with the changes around and within me.
Categories: personal growth, photojournalism
Tags: "A Change is Gonna Come", climate change, Climate Crisis Town Hall, CNN, gratitude, grief, Hillel Bennett, Hurricane Dorian, loss, Sam Cooke, September 2019
Yesterday’s move entailed many moving experiences, which included:
- The piano I’ve played since childhood dangling from a crane as it moved down to the street,
- Our cat Harley moving with desperate panic away from the movers into the basement, where he refused to move,
- Our cat Oscar cooly moving among the movers as if he owned everybody and everything,
- One of the movers showing us a picture of his cat,
- My being so moved by my piano landing in our new place that I cried,
- Realizing that none of the refrigerators at the new place were working and my moving to call a repair place,
- Moving back to the old home to fetch the cats,
- Harley moving a solid door to escape into the crawl space under the roof TWICE,
- Aaron and Michael moving around the crawl space to find Harley, who did not want to be found or to be moved,
- My inability to locate my heart medicine after we moved,
- A pharmacist movingly giving me a free dosage of Warfarin/Coumadin for the night,
- Harley moving under the couch at the new place and then not moving anywhere else,
- Oscar moving around the new place like he owned everything and everybody, and
- Loving the water moving outside our new home.
Now I have to move myself out the door for an unfamiliar commute to work, but not before I move some moving pictures here:
Here’s a moving song about going home by Sam Cooke:
Feel free to leave a moving comment about any moving experiences.
Moving thanks to the wonderful movers from Prime Q moving company, the CVS pharmacist who was moved to give me my dosage of Warfarin, and to you — of course — for moving yourself to my blog, here and now.