This is Rose, Agatha, and Bertha.
Rosie, Aggie, and Bertie.

They were sisters.

Rose married a guy named Ben.  He died right after they had three children.  She never married again.

Aggie and Bertie never, ever, married.  They lived together up in the country, on a farm.  For their whole lives, really.   Later in life, Rose moved back in with the other two sisters.

I can only remember meeting them once.  They were old women by that time.  As I look back…. I think I might have been slightly afraid when I met them.  But they seemed very kind to me.  As I recall.

They had chickens running about everywhere.
I was just a little city girl visiting the big country.

Clearly, I was out of my element.  It must have made me uncomfortable to be in a strange place, among “relatives” I didn’t know, doing things I had never done before.
Sometimes….. we get out of our element.  I think that can be a good thing.
It invokes change.  It broadens our realization of all the different existences right here among us.

Yep. This is a big world we live in.  There is an awful lot of realization to be had.

If we always stay within our own element, in our own little bubbles, in our own little worlds…. we only know what we know.

And although it may feel difficult at times…. there is a lot to be said….  for one’s ability to simple say…..

I just don’t know.

“Although our intellect always longs for clarity and certainty, our nature often finds uncertainty fascinating.” – Karl Von Clausewitz