I was talking with my friend, Jessica, last weekend about change. I've been thinking about it since then. Why are we sometimes afraid of change? Even good change. Don't get me wrong. We often welcome it! It can be exciting. But as Jessica pointed out, any change involves some kind of loss. Loss of good, bad, or anything inbetween.
Loss of anything familiar can cause us to feel unsettled or displaced. This idea stirs up butterflies in my stomach, and leaves me reaching in my mind for solid things. What will ground me? What will tie me to what is real? How can I feel the earth firmly beneath my feet?
My piano doesn't make a good pillow... But it does. 
