I remember standing beside the mailbox thinking how symbolic a fall sunset can be. We have 20 years invested in this very rural northern Minnesota place on the planet. I guess I thought I would have plenty more seasons to enjoy what I have always called “Home”.
A strange place will soon be home. Strangers now will soon be friends. But Lord Wisconsin? Same Latitude, same job, same company, lakes country, but Lord those cultish Cheese-heads? (I know, Viking people are no different). Housing is higher, gas is higher, real estate taxes almost triple, muskies instead of walleye, closer to my beloved Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness, Lord I’ll go.
Change tells secrets and puts a mirror to one’s hidden self. I am less of a risk-taker than I thought of myself. My mind is still 28 years old but my body is as the mirror on the wall says. Change whispers that I don’t have as many friends – much less as close of friends as I thought. Change urges me to trust God more and myself less. How dare Change knock on the door to my life much less enter without my permission. This time, for now, I concede. Change is right.
I have begun to make friends with Change, a bit guardedly of course. With all the sediment being stirred off the bottom of my life’s paint bucket I have been secretly hoping to splash some color where we land. Then again Change has already said his piece. As if the voice came from the setting sun or a rustle from a falling autumn leaf; “How much, how high, how wide, rainbows or neutrals, roll up your sleeves and go dream young man”