A dripping faucet fills a bowl, a fire hose floods your living room. Change happens slowly, and all at once. Journal Prompts: The change happening for me overnight... The change that is happening slowly...

Lying on wilted and tired grass, we look upward, and there is movement. We realize that movement and change is always happening. There is longing for what was. There is longing for what could be. We see change that harms. Change that brings new. And change we don’t know what to do with. Journal Prompts: Change means... I don’t know what to do with...