I'm reading this wonderful book, Transitions: Making Sense of Life's Changes, by William Bridges, Ph.D. He's one of the seminal people in the field. I know that I don't deal well with change and because my son will start a four-year college in January, and I want to help him with his adjustment, I've decided that I need to improve my skills in this area.
I will discuss this book more in the future, but for today, I just want to quote a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow that Bridges quotes in his book. Longfellow evidently wrote it when he went back for a visit to his hometown of Portland, Maine.
From the outskirts of the town,
Where of old the mile-stone stood,
Now a stranger, looking down,
I behold the shadowy crown
Of the dark and haunted wood.
It is changed, or am I changed?
Ah! The oaks are fresh and green,
But the friends with whom I ranged
Through their thickets are estranged
By the years that intervene.
Bright as ever flows the sea,
Bright as ever shines the sun,
But alas! they seem to me
Not the sun that used to be,
Not the tides that used to run.