Changing
Day #93 - Tuesday, April 26, 2022
Changing
Lots is changing in my world.
Mostly I am changing.
For the past week, (maybe more, I’m not keeping track, although Spotify probably is) I’ve listened on repeat to Mercedes Sosa’s soulful song “Todo Cambia”. It feels soothing in a deep, mourning, and soulful way.
With Google Translate’s help, some cleanup, I’m sharing the song’s mournful lyrics in English.
This is an invitation for you to click the link below, and listen, even if the words don’t make sense. Something else might resonate.
Mercedes Sosa, photograph by Annemarie Heinrich
"Everything Changes”
Mercedes Sosa
“The surface changes
The profound also changes
The way of thinking changes
Everything in this world changes
The weather changes with the years
The shepherd changes his flock
And just as everything changes
That I change isn’t strange
The finest brilliant jewel changes
Its shine from hand to hand
The little bird changes its nest
The lover changes their feelings
The walker changes course
Although this causes them damage
And just as everything changes
That I change isn’t strange
Changes, everything changes
Changes, everything changes
Changes, everything changes
Changes, everything changes
The sun changes in its sprint
While the night subsists
The plant changes and gets dressed
In green in the spring
The beast changes its fur
The elderly man’s hair changes
And just as everything changes
That I change is not strange
But it doesn’t change my love
No matter how far away I am
Neither the memory nor the pain
Of my homeland and my people
What changed yesterday
Will have to change tomorrow
Just as I change
In these distant lands
Changes, everything changes
Changes, everything changes
Changes, everything changes
Changes, everything changes
But it doesn’t change my love
No matter how far away I am
Neither the memory nor the pain
Of my homeland and my people
And what changed yesterday
Will have to change tomorrow
Just as I change
In these distant lands
Changes, everything changes
Changes, everything changes
Changes, everything changes
Changes, everything changes"
Your post came at such a perfect time. Neil and I are meeting with a realtor on Friday to put our mountain house up for sale. The house was built by Neil's parents in 1973. It's a hard decision to think about selling but it has become more of a burden than a joy these last few years. Thank you!