Moving, Part 3

It’s been good to see the Monarch butterflies, the roses of Sharon and the morning glories, the sun and even rain, these things that are beautiful ephemeral, living and do not need to be preserved, during this time of downsizing, purging — how many pounds of excess paper can a house hold? like 1000 or more clowns coming out of a car meant for 2 or 4 people? Why didn’t I do this cleaning and sorting earlier (or do MORE)???
The movers (three cheerful young men) are here now — some stuff to storage, some to my/our new home. As my son said once while packing, “Too many books” — even though I’ve given many away.
I was going through some nerves — would it all get done? how would logistics work? — and also sadness for leaving my home, garden, neighbourhood, people I can see frequently — but now there is also a feeling of excitement, moving toward something new and deeper. I have been rediscovering old letters from my family — my dad, in particular, who wrote infrequently and sparingly but always with love — and also poems about love, opening to life, to non-isolation. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood — and I am taking this one…