Moving/Moving On

** Just came across this in my computer files. It’s 3 years old, but somehow seems relevant to me now. For sure, it fits with the thoughts expressed in the previous post.  <August 27/09>

Only 6 days to my move; yikes!!! It’s intense, it’s busy – but it’s coming together. A very good long-time old friend came up last weekend & packed my books (not a job I’d assign to just anyone, you understand; had to be a fellow book-lover!), then helped me pack up the linen closet. That was wonderful.

As I dig down through the layers of “stuff” in my (relatively small) house, I’m put in mind of how we kind of dig through layers of “stuff” in our personalities, as we grow.

I’m not packing up in what anyone would term a “methodical” way. Not “room by room,” as one friend recommended, for example. I’m doing it “popcorn” style. I do what seems to be calling to me (kind of the way I run my entire life these days, actually). A little bit here, a little bit there – going with my mood, going with the flow – & I’m amazed at how much has been accomplished!

I spent 40 years or thereabouts being an organized, efficient, relatively methodical person who kept an immaculate house & balanced my chequebook faithfully (& look where that got me, hmm? Tee hee ). I’m just not that person anymore! I’m messier, less orderly & “efficient” – & very, very content. (I think of it as living from the in-side out, as opposed to from the out-side in, which is the way I think most folks live. Doesn’t suit me anymore, that’s for sure!)

I’ve moved on! I’ve “moved on” a lot since my marriage broke up 14 years ago. Menopause has changed me too, I’m convinced.

It’s fun, still “growing up” at 56. There’s still plenty to learn – plenty to experience.

As I de-clutter my life in preparation for this move, I feel lighter – cleaner – & I like the feeling. All those belongings – all that “stuff”; it all seems heavy to me.

What I’d really like is to be able to walk out of this place on moving day with just a knapsack. Alas, I won’t quite pull that off.

I remind myself occasionally that I’m descended from people who were very, very mobile indeed (the Celts), & before that, cave-dwelling gatherers & hunters. They sure didn’t own closets’ full of clothes & knickknacks & furniture & china & photo albums & … you-name-it, did they?

Maybe if we don’t “own” or hold onto too much stuff (I’m not just talking material goods here), it’s easier to move on, hmmm?


‘Quote of the day’ with this post:

“Do you have the patience to wait ‘til your mud settles and the water is clear?

Can you remain unmoving ‘til the right action arises by itself?” – Lao-tzu