Two days after we landed, boxes and all, I fell ill with the flu. Friends and family unpacked while I slept my way through feverish chills and sweats and all the other fun things that come with this bug.
Yesterday, I regained a sense of normalcy, and could finally focus on my new surroundings. Of course, that called for a few pics to get my bearings.
Loving the new view.
Boxes are filling up around us. We’re making a dent in our to-do lists. Doubt seeps in. Are we doing the right thing?
Then I remember all the reasons behind making this choice and affirm:
We are dismantling one life to build another, purposeful existence.
On our family chat, the kids have been making fun of the number of times I have moved house. Later, my daughter ask me about it.
“Don’t you feel funny about leaving all the ties you’ve made?” she asked.
“The ties that matter stay intact,” I assure her. “It’s the adventure of the new that I am looking forward to. Change always leads to good things.”
Well, in my experience anyway.
The decision has been made – it is time for us to move on to the next stage of life.
The house will be sold and we shall look for a smaller, rental apartment. It hasn’t been easy coming to this conclusion, and it won’t be easy making the transition, but excitement is part of the equation.
We will be moving back to the city, closer to family, and doctors, and all conveniences.
Now the purge and pack begins.
Acceptance, wisdom, and openness are at my side: three gifts to guide me.
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Hunger churning,
excitement building,
heart expanding…
Breathing the thrill,
opening to possibility,
Spirit revealing…
Receiving blessings,
clarifying vision,
will engaging
Trusting process,
believing in self,
creativity soaring
Grounding in reality,
feeling the stir-
change is happening.
(Image my own)
Wrapped in reptilian attire, change
climbs aboard my well-intentioned scheme
like a boa constrictor – disarming me
I am more inconvenienced than repulsed –
after all, snake is my power animal,
Or so the seer said…many years ago
Days when I would wear the scaly
comportment of power – invite
transformation- my essence a seeker
But I am trying to settle here –
embrace age and its complications
and yet the serpent persists
Sibilance insisting on co-navigation-
and what will be the outcome, I wonder
if I were to surrender to such a calling?
Change does not heed our fears,
our ego-driven agendas…
It bears its fangs and taunts
I exaggerate the threat, of course-
imagine being consumed or suffocated –
disregard the potential for healing
Have no time for reflection or pause –
the course is already set –
I hold on and feign control
(Art my own)
Not a team player,
Change likes to spike the ball –
first to the net, a master
derailing strategy
I sit on the sidelines –
age having dulled reflexes –
amused that I ever thought
I could beat such an opponent.
(Image my own)
The certainty of yesterday
has slipped our grasp
light deflecting truth
tosses us into the abstract
I ponder process
and outcomes,
will my mind to carry me
gliding between thermals
dissolving into vapours
Some realities
too hard to bear –
dislodged
we tread the indeterminate.
(Poem originally appeared on One Woman’s Quest II, December ’19. Image my own)
