The spirit is incredibly strong. When the body has squeezed out its last ounce of effort, the spirit can pick it up and do its bidding. Someone asked, “How’ve you been?” and I replied that I had moved house. Two words that do not convey the enormity of the event. At all, really. How about “I packed, lifted, dragged, hoisted, transported, hauled, carried and plopped every material thing that matters to me, from my daughter’s plastic ring that she received in a party favor bag to the 60″ HD television and every inanimate or living object in between, large and small.” Would that cover it?
We spread the work over three days to avoid the stressful, nerve-jangled one day of it all but it was still exhausting because it seemed that the material stuff oozed out of unseen spaces. When I thought I’d accomplished one part, I found more overlooked crap to go into another box that I didn’t have.
The back aches and twinges upon stretching and says “If I gotta help you lift one more thing and you don’t do it from the knees, I’m just gonna quit and you’ll be stuck like this for days.” So I tried to be mindful of that.
Cats don’t move well. At least the skinny, nervous kind. On top of the fatigue and the whole pulling energy from all corners of the body, I became embroiled in a hissing bloodshed escape attempt. But again, the spirit overcame and four days into the new place, my cats are adjusting. They still have the low-girdled, jerky-faced look of a prisoner on the run but they’re coming around and it seems my skinny kitty and I have forgiven each other for the pain we inflicted.
And so life begins again. In a new home. A new road to take. New places to frequent…mostly the liquor store.
I like the organizing, the finding new places for furniture, the new pathways around a house. I like the new. As much as I loathe moving (and this one was particularly fraught with worry) I do rather relish the Mary Poppins aspect of everything in its place and a place for everything. It’s refreshing for my soul. And with that, certain cares have had the carpet lifted from them and their dustbunny existence has been blown from me. It’s quite freeing.
Spiritual Biscuits 