The Dance of Change

dancing-statue“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”
—Alan Watts

How have you managed to dance with change?

7 thoughts on “The Dance of Change”

  1. I am actually in process of preparing a sermon on that very subject for this Sunday at the UU Fellowship of Galveston County. Anybody interested in me posting it to my blog, then, sharing a link here?

  2. hi Margaret, OF COURSE! I haven’t used the blogs connected with Daily Compass but that can be a change for me. I’ll find you!

    1. Great! It will be a few days before I post that sermon. I think it’s fair for the congregation that commissioned it to hear it first. I’ll let you know when it’s posted online.

    2. I’m not sure that I’m on the right track but if you include your link, that will work, I believe.

      1. Please ignore my comment/message yesterday on “Falling Leaves” as I have now found my way back to this “Dance of Change.” Here’s the url for the congregation’s audio recording of my talk “Mid-Course Corrections: http://www.uugalveston.org/Recorded_Programs/Margaret_Anderson_1_8_17.mp3
        For my own blog, I added a few paragraphs of commentary and linked the recording: http://persuasioncoach.com/new/2017/01/mid-course-corrections/
        Thanks for your encouragement to share them here.

  3. I am basically a devotee of visual change. My first job out of the university many years was this; I wanted to find a job and did, working as an assistant window display “artist”. I found it to be rather humdrum with a lot of physical parts: changing the heavy models with different clothes and accessories at a high scale women’s apparel store in an exclusive shopping area. Then I realized that I wouldn’t really progress anywhere with responsibility or increase in salary so I turned to teaching and eventually art education. Changes happened more than I expected. What I’m really heading to is this: that first job has influenced my personal and professional life more than I would have realized. The arrangements in my home; the visual projects at work I promoted were ground in an artistic sense and although I never have achieved the “chic” level in dressing, I even find myself coordinating what colors and designs of t-shirts, slacks and socks I wear in my retirement years! What a joke!

Comments are closed.