Love letter: dear courage

Dear courage,Change is in the air. I feel it. I feel it looming and circling and gathering strength.I can feel it creaking across my heart late at night.Resisting is only prolonging the frustration of the situation I’m in at the moment.The universe is funny that way.It will whisk you up and drop you miles away from where you thought you were heading to, and just makes you cope.I like change, really, I do. I like new situations and new people and new places. But on the other hand, I really do not like change forced on me.I definitely do not like Mr Steel-toed Boots the builder next door. I do not like his bullying tactics, the bending of the bylaws, the confrontations on my doorstep, the damage.Why do we not like some people?I always think that when you see the light in someone’s eyes, when you finally see WHO they are, you realise that they are someone who you might eventually understand. That’s so effortless, isn’t it?The other ones, the ones whose light you don’t see, they aren’t so easy.But that’s probably because you don’t let them see your light either.Watercolour painting of Cher Ami; a WWI carrier pigeon. Tiny little guy flew over war carrying messages back and forth saving the lives of over 200 men. I put him on a nondescript sheet of church voluntary. Just one small bird in the middle of a war. Such a courageous spirit.