By Courtney Pierce
I had a different experience.
Change was my friend. Every four or five years, our family moved to a different state in
order to support my father’s career. I didn’t progress through elementary, junior
high, and high school with the same set of friends. In fact, my family moved
from New Jersey to California at the conclusion of my junior year. I didn’t even flinch about spending my senior year in a new high school located over
three thousand miles away. I was excited about it.
My long career in the Broadway entertainment industry fanned the flame of change. Every two or three years, the company would go through a restructure, a merger, or an acquisition. New responsibilities, new people, new processes, and a new title graced the freshly printed stationery and business cards. I was transferred to Minneapolis for four years, and then transferred to Houston. Wow! I felt like a polar bear in a hot tub after that move. I welcomed all of it with open arms, but many of the staff had emotional difficulties with the transitions. Some people's comfort zones require everything to remain predictable and routine.
The protective bubble I’d perfected is now coming
in handy, or maybe backfiring as the case may be. My husband and I are old enough now to be
losing people from our lives, not emotionally but physically. Our elder family members are all in their
eighties and nineties. Being from a small town, my
husband is one of those with life-long friends, a few recently lost or battling illness. Just this past week, I lost my aunt at the age of 88.
My uncle at 93 is in the process of giving up. The dominoes of change are falling in a different direction. How
will it feel for us baby boomers to become orphans? Jeff and I long ago lost our fathers,
but the tethers remain tight to our mothers. We both get a bit jumpy when the phone rings late at night.
The only thing we can control is our state of mind. No better example of this is the recent transformation of my Mom (the great fictional Ellen Dushane of the The Dushane Sisters Trilogy) at the ripe age of 87. After a six month wait, she got a new start when I flew to Oregon to help her acquire a companion--a Maine Coon kitten.
I'm convinced that emotions play a major role in our physical health.
Now that my husband and I are settled in for our retirement in Montana, I need to recalibrate my thirst for change. I'm done with relocating. Now I have a long list of house
projects: writing, the garden, landscaping, new inside
paint, and divesting of “stuff” for others to appreciate. How many flower vases does one really need? I must have fifteen and use only the same three.
While I work through my to-do list, a new book is
emerging. Current world events have allowed me to incorporate deeper spiritual meaning into Big Sky Talk. The real-life battle of good versus evil is taking place throughout the world, and the outcome by year's end will affect stories for the next hundred years. Massive changes are in store for our planet, which will inspire us to look back at history with new eyes. Who
knew all those ground-breaking sci-fi, fantasy, and espionage movies over the past fifty years held so much truth?
It's time to re-watch a few classics with fresh popcorn: Contact, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Signs, The Matrix, Lord of the Rings, Conspiracy Theory, and Independence Day. Oh . . . we can't forget The Manchurian Candidate, Soylent Green, Fahrenheit 451, The Day the Earth Stood Still, and Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Hmmm...in War of the Worlds, our natural human immunity becomes the greatest weapon against the Martian invaders. H.G. Wells first serialized that story in 1897. What did he know that we didn't?
If that's not enough change for a junkie like me, then I can always tootle down to the bank and turn in our giant Tupperware tub of change.





