‘I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same…’
— David Bowie
Change is the perfect word to describe my life of late. I made the difficult choice to leave my job of sixteen years and venture out into the unknown. It wasn’t an easy decision but in my heart I felt it was the right one. I had come to view the career I once loved as an ordeal to be endured daily. The only things that kept me from escaping years ago were my amazing colleagues who will be my good friends forever and the fear of making changes.
As I signed a farewell contract on my old life, the fears dissipated to be replaced with the excitement of embarking on a new path. That path lead me to a new career in a place that feels more like family than work. I spend my days smiling, being creative, reading stories and playing outside in the sunshine. Bliss! In case you haven’t guessed, I have become a pre-school teacher and have the privilege to work with a team that already feel like friends. I arrive each morning looking forward to what the day will bring and leave each afternoon, uplifted.
Why was I so scared to make the changes in my life? Change is what I relish most in my little woodland; the changing of the seasons, watching the mood change as the leaves grow and the flowers bloom. I enjoy seeing the sunlight decorate the woodland floor with new patterns as the tree canopy grows. I love how each month restyles and reshapes the woods, bringing new colours, new beauty and new adventures. There is something very reassuring about seeing the changes in nature, and though I’ve witnessed my woodland’s seasonal transformations many years over, the elements bring forth their own little surprises, keeping it fresh and exciting.
What better way to relax after a tiring week’s work than a woodland ramble. We set off to create a new path, seeking out adventure. Down on the far side of the wood, foxgloves had sprung up, taller than the children, adding a contrast of purple to the luscious greens of the fern and new foliage. The girls delighted in wading through a jungle of leaves as we wound our way down to the secret field.
We carefully stepped over the vicious thorny brambles, now softened by dainty white flowers and an indication of what a good crop of blackberries we can expect later in the year. Running through the Secret Field, my little ones threw grass seeds at each other and raced through the long grass. Our Magic Clover Patch yielded two more four leaf clovers, and we decided that was enough wishes for one day.
We carried on up the hill to the farm to discover two runaway lambs. The braver of the two came over for cuddles and tried to nibble our clothes, much to the girls’ amusement.
My old nemesis, the cheeky peacock, called down a ‘hello’ from a rooftop as we made our escape from the friendly lamb, and wandered back to the woods.
A beautiful day out at the end of a week of great changes. I look forward to my working week ahead for the first time in ages but also, I can’t wait to return to the woods to check out the ch-ch-ch-changes…