Change. The Only Constant

calendarOkay, so here it is only 15 days into 2014 and I can already sense that this is going to be a year of change. Big change. I can feel it. Like in my bones or something.

There are things going on in my  life right this minute that aren’t just hinting at change. It’s more like a sharp jab in the ribs that I’d better be ready. I don’t know what these changes are going to be or when they’re going to happen. I can just feel them coming.

I just hope I’m up for them.

Hmmm, probably better do some more tarot readings down the line and, with hope, I’ll get more insight into these potential changes.

As a matter of fact, the past couple of days have been so eventful regarding these possible changes, I found it hard to write my blog post for today.

While I was taking some boxes down to the basement and cleaning out old files, I came across these old postcards I had pinned over my desk at the researcher position I used to have back in the day and was subsequently laid off from some years ago. (Later found out that just about everyone I knew either retired or was let go from that job). I put those postcards over my desk to remind me that there was more to life than statistics and data and facts and figures.

For some reason, which I still have yet to understand, I decided to take a picture of one of the postcards and next to it write down one of favorite quotes.

Pascal Quote

The postcard is L’Enlèvement de Psychè (The Abduction of Psyche), 1895 by William Bouguereau (1825-1905). The quotation is from Blaise Pascal.

I’ve always liked the myth of Psyche and Eros. I don’t think it’s one of the commonly known myths, but it’s one of the few myths that features a heroine having to accomplish tasks in order to prove herself worthy. In this case, Psyche, who is mortal, has to prove to Aphrodite, mother of Eros, that she’s worthy of the love of a god.

Aphrodite sets her all kinds of tasks like , oh, let’s see, going down to to the Underworld to get some beauty tips from Persephone, Queen of the Dead; separating a huge pile of mixed grain into separate piles; obtaining a cup of water from the River Styx, which flows through the land of the dead. You know, just the normal kind of a stuff a bride has to do to prove herself worthy to her future mother-in-law.

For some reason, when I re-read the Psyche and Eros myth I kept envisioning Cersei Lannister from HBO’s Game of Thrones as Aphrodite.

While I was transferring the photo of the postcard from my camera to my computer, I came across some photos I had taken last fall and another just recently. Just a bit of a reminder to myself that it won’t always be winter. And that change is the only constant in the universe.

Fall

Winter

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