Dona Nobis Pacem

These are the words to a new song we've been learning as an ensemble. Eight girls making beautiful harmony! That is where joy in music lies: in making melodious, harmonious sound blended with worthwhile words. Or without the words.
Spring has come to the neighborhood. The other day I went out and collected pictures of daffodils, cherry blossoms, pear blossoms, dandelions, violets, pansies, yellow bells, and whatever that flower is on the picture of this blog. :) I love spring. Things changing, the air smelling of secret, outside wonders. Change can be so invigorating. Change within rhythm. You see, it occurred to me earlier that people in general do not like change. I have one friend in particular that hates change. She even controls the same-ness in some small parts of her life, just because it pleases her, as a sort of... counteraction to change (like carrying around a lot of pencils sharpened to the same length...) Discovering this about her was like discovering a hidden treasure. You know, kind of like when you were a little kid and went hunting for easter eggs in the backyard and then aha! suddenly found one. Pondering it some more though, I think it's not so much that we dislike change- no, sometimes we wish the time for change would arrive already. It's more like we want change to happen in predictable patterns. We like changes like spring, or vacations, or differences in routine, but all of those "changes" have something in common: they are regular changes that we have experienced before. The seasons are a rhythm. School years are a rhythm. Vacations have a rhythm. Maybe if we experienced infancy, youth, and gradual age more than once, we would grow to enjoy their changes too. Who knows? Maybe that's why God made us go through life only once...
anyway. enough platitudes. time for sleep. I leave you with a question:
Do you want peace or change?