The long journey from one home to another is finally over. It took much longer than I expected but my new situation is well worth it. That first day I found out the sun rises in my kitchen window- wonderful for me since I love sunrise. I wake up singing this song from the 60′s play HAIR. Yes I am that old.
good morning star shine, the earth says hello You twinkle above us we twinkle below good morning star shine, you lead us along my love and me as we sing our early morning singing song.
I believe I have a magic hat- really I do. It is a fairly unassuming ring of gold fleece. I spied it in a local consignment shop called Serendipity. It matched my winter coat and I needed a hat. I learned all the traditional warnings about lice etc. in used hats but I slid it on my big head. It fit perfectly and covered my ears without being tight. Within a few minutes 3 strangers in the store suggested I buy the hat. So I did. The first time I wore it I noticed other drivers smiling at me upon passing- more than usual even when I am singing aloud. At the dog walk strangers seemed particularly friendly. It was Thanksgiving day when I knew the hat was magic. Drivers still smiled, one stranger even honked and waved. (I did pull over to see if I had a tire going flat or something.) Everyone at the dog walk smiled at me, strangers made conversation and one couple even yelled a greeting across the ball field. The weather cooled and I did not get a chance to wear the hat for more than a week. I started to question my magic hat decision and think of other more rational reasons. Then I wore the hat again- the same phenomenon happened! What fun, I wish I could wear it everyday- does magic wear out?
The main themes in my life recently have been the understanding and letting go (or not) of attachments, mostly to things. Three years ago, I inherited the house my parents had lived in and loved for the last 35 years. It needed a lot of work, particularly dealing with water. If you dam water up it find another way to flow- emotions work the same way I think. Recently with the news in Sandy’s wake, we are well aware of what water can do!
I believe the house issues are in a stable state now but this exercise has showen me that taking care of the house and yard really is more than I can physically (and financially) support. I have loved this house and all the happy and trying times spent here. My parents loved it and the 1/2 acre yard. Dad had fabulous plantings of organic vegtables and beautiful flowers. His beds were never straight but a labryinth of circles and curves. I have noted before that I believe my Father’s approach to rolling with life was “When in doubt, turn the compost.” The rabbits now have a warren where his compost used to be. Ten years ago when he passed, his friends planted a Magnolia tree in his memory because he always wanted one. Now it towers high, producing those creamy white fragrant blossoms. How do I leave Dad’s tree? Mom and I put his ashes around it The reality of how little humans leave behind when they pass away- except stuff. Things my Mother treasured are of no real value or meaning to me- so do we continue to carry this stuff just because?
I have taken the path of sending the majority of belongings on to others through sale or donation. I have gotten to help some local charities I believe in which feels good. Like many of you I have seen my collection of books as friends that have been with me for years for reference or just seeing them reminds me of a lesson or event. My Father also collected books but his are cloth bond , old and fragile. Most I can’t sell for the price it would take to ship them. Again something treasured for years which has no tangible value. So far I have invited friends to come and take books that interest them – about 15 boxes gone so far. Books have been the hardest so far.
Getting the house ready to show is an odd experience because I removed all the personal pictures and nick-nacks that litter my life. It looks like my house but different. well folks ending for today. I am glad to blog again. I have not even had time to read blogs and I miss the snapshots of other lives from the blogosphere.