Finally my home is cleared of all the larger pieces of old-me stuff by Habitat and the NC School of Art, and I can find places to stack my boxes as I pack them.
This truly feels like an Initiation of my humanness. I’ve had many spiritual initiations but this one feels very embodied, cellular, bone deep. I can feel all of the spaces inside of me, opening to new fuel.
My humanness is letting go of what isn’t deeply nourishing, to make room for what is. I am ready to fully commit as much to my desire for nourishing environment and supportive community as I am to my soulful purpose.
My humanness could no longer support my expanding purpose without them.
Walking my talk on an ever deepening level.
It’s pouring rain here today and every leak from the roof that the landlord would never repair is dripping water.
Like my home is actually weeping with joy for me, and sadness that I’m withdrawing my loving tending and grateful presence from this womb-like place. I feel its sorrow.
It is bittersweet.
And exhausting and daunting to realize just how much stuff I tucked away neatly into drawers, closets, and trunks. Less than half is going with me into boxes. The rest is going into bags for Goodwill.
My last attachment frontier – my clothes, shoes, jewelry, and coats will be confronted Saturday. I asked my friend to help me be ruthless with the culling.
My two huge bureaus must be reduced to one small cabinet. My six stuffed closets must be reduced to two. Period.
I’m excited about this final purging.
We will then celebrate our local-connection-transitioning-to-a-longer-distance-periodic-adventures at our favorite restaurant.
I’m so HAPPY for this experience, even though it seems endless, relentless, and is physically battering. It’s a very GOOD tired:
A job well done. A completion of monumental significance.
My humanness and divinity coming into balance and right relationship.
A knowing of the promise of The Next Great Adventure so close….