Why do I resist change?

I went for a walk with a question, "Why do I resist change?" The nature around me was so diverse and beautiful, and I felt so overwhelmed. Luckily, I found this spot. I stopped, looked around me. And there they were, these giant mountains. Suddenly, I felt so calm and anchored, as if I were at the bottom of an ocean that had been here for years. It felt timeless, and I dissolved in the here and now.

Reflecting on the pace of change: these mountains have been here for ages, and they will be here long after me. They change slowly, and it's hard for me to grasp the change just by looking at them. Their eternity gave me grounding and support.

In that moment, a new possibility opened up for me. I felt safe enough to explore change. I looked up at the sky and talked to myself:

"Look! Do you see the clouds? Do you see the fluidity of their change?"

Every moment is a moment of transformation for them, constantly taking on a new shape, a new story emerging. No resistance at all.

Whispers around me: "Time, scale, shape, pace, permanence, impermanence, connection to something bigger, accept things as they are, be grounded to be ready for the next change."

I took a piece of clay, searching for a new shape, going through constant transformation, trying and failing, trying and succeeding, trying, trying... Every form is the end of the previous change - impulse and the beginning of the next change - impulse. It's a dance, a piece of clay pulsing in my hands. And then a sudden urge to let go, to dissolve in the moment, an urge to press. Aha moment, it arrived. The heart that had been pulsing in my hands, the heart that pulses in my chest, the heart of Mother Nature that has been pulsing long before me and will pulse long after me.

July 2023, Art- based Exploration, written at European Graduation School. Switzerland, Saas Fee