Making a move

Our first move is through the birth canal when we make our entrance into the world. From that point on we are often told to stop moving and keep still, but we move in, move out, move up or down, move away. We may join a movement or play the movements of a symphony. In dance or on a hike or making love we appreciate the moves our body can make. We strategize gambits in games, planning our moves while hoping to block our opponent’s, and hone our social moves to attract and meet people.

At the office I am constantly moving appointments, and we move the furniture in our conference room to accommodate the needs of those who are meeting. One friend is recovering from surgery, after being moved from emergency to a regular room, and is simply glad to be able to move her foot up and down and is anxious to increase her range of motion to go side to side. This morning the dark clouds moved in, even as elsewhere the earth shifted beneath its surface, forever changing some lives. 

We learn that people move in and out of our lives. We are lucky when we find those who move from acquaintance to friend to family of the heart. We also learn that, as in most other things, the timing of our moves matters. Each major move is a transition and can be as scary and thrilling as our first nudge out of the nest. Over the weekend a dear friend moved away. She worked hard for a year to be ready to move on as well as away. 

I’m sure you’ve experienced such situations, both as the mover and the one left behind. The words from the song Move On from Sunday in the Park with George came to mind. “Stop worrying where you’re going - move on. If you can know where you’re going, you’ve gone. Just keep moving on. I choose and my world was shaken, so what? The choice may have been mistaken, the choosing was not. You have to move on.” Whatever moves are happening in your life right now, “Look at what you’ve done, then at what you want, not at where you are, at what you’ll be...just keep moving on.”

Marilyn