What Keeps You From Soaring?

Observing the swopping and diving birds over the sea the last few mornings of my recent Mexico visit, I felt into the tenderness of change. When I resist change I feel stuck. When I resist change, I feel discontented. When I resist being the change maker, I complain and long for someone else to fix things for me. Never has she shown up with a magic wand. Always have I eventually been moved to get up and let go, to allow change to overcome me, to flow and be free in what's calling.