Change is Scary

Resisting change is futile. Yet we do it all the time.

The good ol’ days, we say. Why can’t we go back? Well, ours is a changing universe filled with energy that only moves forward.

We can blame it on technology. It sure forces super-fast changes on us. But take a look around, social media alone has created a universe in which wild and scary of yesteryear is now exciting. The problem, then, is not the speed or complexity of change. 

Talk about change. Not long ago Apple Corp. asked: Could you love a robot?  Not a droid machine, but a humanoid robot like Sophia below who could mimic human expressions, emotions.  


We love and name our cars. They mean a lot to us, so we assign them human characteristics. We carry on conversations with inanimate objects, so … could we love a robot? Accept it as friend, or more. Maybe.

Change is scary. Our tendency is to resist change on many levels — technological, societal. Too stressful. Something new to learn, to accept as normal.

We can say refusal to change is a coping mechanism. Marching forward, although necessary, can be exhausting.

We can say it’s about money and power. Those who’ve been marginalized have always fought for change, for fairness, for tipping the balance of power, while the  influential pushed back. Regrettably so, since change happened anyway at a higher human cost.

Change always comes bearing gifts, as Price Pritchett said. Gifts we sometimes don’t like.

Good or bad change is inevitable. Demanded by an emerging, moving universe.

And, really, is there any other way forward? Without change — growth, movement, whatever the term — we’re bound to fall behind, be diminished. Disappear.

So, why continue to resist it?


Images: pixabay, hurtingsoftly, damngeeky


San Francisco

Hang on to all that is good in the world. To stories, and poetry, and music. To memories of a stroll in the park, a cable-car ride through the city.

The world is full of beautiful places and wonderful people. Something worth reiterating : the world in which we live is full of wonders and beauty. Of welcoming towns and bustling cities.

This past weekend, we visited one such city — San Francisco — for a quick getaway, and left re-energized, memories sure to light the corners of our minds for years to come. There’s  much I could say about the City by The Bay, but it’s all been said, sung, and written. Many times over. Best to let pictures tell the story — another perspective on the city of love and lights.  The city of everything.

From the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz

to the SF Giants Stadium and  Exploratorium (science museum)

to street performers and a cable-car ride

to Union Square (named after some of the largest and oldest pro-union rallies in the country) and more street performers

to China Town (expansive, thriving community) and remnants of the Beat generation

San Francisco, this forward-looking city with an array of diverse neighborhoods, rare and genuine culture that conjures up images of the ’60s hippies, and gorgeous bay views with imposing bridges on both sides, has one draw back:   It’s hard to leave.

I’m in Love with Words

I am in love with words.  Blunt statements go far, so why not start the day with one?

I love how simple words strung together can express thoughts and feelings; how those same words can take on a different meaning depending on what part of the world we live in, or what we’ve gone through in the past.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Language is too.

Turning words to the left or to the right, looking at them upside down and using them like they’ve never been used before — I think that’s love, and art.

Words are always expressed with intention and expectation. They invite audiences in, sometimes seductively enticing us on a journey or fighting us into submission to hear what cannot be ignored.

Does one have to be good with words to love them? I don’t think so. I listen to music all the time. Except for one basic guitar chord, I can’t play instruments. Can’t write songs.

Words. They’re all about rhythm and intonation and meaning.

Especially meaning. Yes, words can cut deep. They can fill us with hope and love. Lift us or plunge us into despair. Some folks argue it’s all about attitude — and sure, there’s truth there — but I think manipulation of words can make all the difference.

So, yes, I love dissecting, stringing together, poring over words (I know, I should get out more). Most of all, I love words in visual story format that works better than movies.

I love discovering new words. Recently, I discovered soporose (sleepy, in an unusual deep sleep). At the same time, I love simple words strung together just so.


Keys / open / deep-seated /                                        memories-long dead

Tell me about words you love or hate. New discoveries, or lovely, old memories.

La Bella Italia

Crowds, traffic and summer heat notwithstanding, there is little not to love about this belle paseo (beautiful country), which together with Greece stands as the birthplace of Western culture.

Our destination was northwest Italy, the region of Linguria, also known as Riviera dei Fiori (Flower Riviera) which includes Imperia, Cinque Terre, San Remo, Genoa.

No art book, no film, can grasp the reality of literally walking among live history in a country with varied and scenic landscapes that make constant detours necessary: rugged countryside, delightful towns, stairs carved into hills, rock formations, tide pools, serene waters.

As for Italian cuisine, it more than withstands its reputation —  tutto è delizioso!

Italian pace of life is slower than most other countries. Everything is alive with emotion. With stories and music. People take time to enjoy life — somewhat of a strange concept when traveling from the U.S.

Yes, Italy has everything.

Words can’t describe it, so here are a few pictures.

Cinque Terre:

San Remo: