Acceptance eventually replaces resistance as the intellect finally comes to terms with the limitations of the body. Never has this been so obvious to me as in this process of packing up to move out of what is no longer my long-time home. (The new owners have already invaded with their team of architects, designers and other transformers. The place will be pristine and gorgeous, at least until their two little boys initiate the premises!)
To illustrate my present state: I am an avid reader and buyer of books, acquiring numerous and spacious shelves to house them. My imminent move to smaller quarters prompted, in addition to accepting the fact that my library would not be making the trip, the realization that I had an unlimited warehouse of reference online at my fingertips, occupying virtually no space at all. The formidable task of transferring this amount of hard-copy to cartons for removal is a daunting task which can only be accomplished by those younger and stronger than I.
Bless my friends, Irene and Cindy, for their caring and coming to my rescue! Bearing cardboard cartons for packing and containers of food for sustenance, they have taken charge to such a degree that my role is largely one of editing personal effects.
OK, so the bod ain't what it used to be. With the exception of a senior moment or two, the mind and sensibilities are soaking in the full essence of being fully conscious in this experience while translating it into the languages of emotions, soul and spirit.
Concurrent with this activity come periods when I cannot keep my eyes open and times when thoughts of furniture placement keep me awake till dawn.
Coping with the muscular/nerve pain in my right leg inhibits activity beyond shopping for necessities. Still I sense enormous -- if gradual -- surges of forward energy that whisper that all goes well.
Even my electronics are sending me affirmation that indeed I am on course, aligned with my highest purpose!
Taking a break from too much stillness pervading the premises on this Memorial Day weekend, I turned on Pandora, selecting my Jim Oliver station for background sound. To my astonishment the next track was by an artist called "Phoenix Arising" from an album titled "Ascension."
Since the Phoenix is the mythological symbol which embodies my deepest beliefs and ascension accurately describes my path, what further feedback could I desire for validation?
It is apparent that the universe knows what is going on in its entirety is aware of our most minute nuances of thoughts and activities well enough to actively dialogue with each individual and will offer accurate guidance with our highest purpose in mind. All that is required is our observance, agreement and participation.
LOVE IS THE SOLE CATALYST NEEDED TO IGNITE THIS INTERACTION!
GRATITUDE WILL FAN THE FLAME, ACCELERATE AND INSPIRE!
My computer conked out upon reaching this point; though Juan coaxed it back into operation, I will have to bite the bullet and replace it with a new model. So I have not been able to complete this blog or anything else. And I have to be outta here in 10 days.
I hired a couple to wrap and pack. Anna and Vinnie may purchase small items. Since there will still be more furniture than available space, the question is to determine what will make the transition, what will go to thrift shops or others who can give it a new life.
This feeling is slightly surreal, since I have relinquished all attachments of ownership to the past. My major concern is that Muffie will make the journey easily -- since cats are curious creatures, once in her new digs, she is certain to find new and cozy nooks and crannies to explore.
A BLESSING ARRIVED THIS MORNING. AFTER WEEKS Of PAIN I AWOKE TO THE FEELING Of SOMETHING MISSING; IT TOOK A FEW SECONDS TO REALIZE THAT NOTHING HURT -- MY LEG WAS ALMOST BACK TO NORMAL. I COULD ACTUALLY WALK WITHOUT WINCING.
IS THIS A HARBINGER INDICATING FORWARD MOVEMENT IN OTHER RESTRICTED, STAGNANT AND STUCK AREAS OF MY ONGOING SOAP OPERA?