I may not have much in the way of my own words for you today, my love.
Let’s start with some words of Mary Oliver’s, words that have held me up during this move, and then we’ll see where we go from there.
(You can read the full text of “In Blackwater Woods” here, I’ve excerpted the second half of the poem — the half that speaks to me as I move through this change — in the image.)
The downsizing just doesn’t seem to have an end. Not yet anyway.
I’m still unpacking, and today is the first day I’ve actually done some work that’s not move-related in a couple of weeks. I’ve been in my new for-now home for the last four days. And while there was a ton of culling and releasing during the pack-and-prepare weeks, I didn’t get the full wallop, the full extent of letting go, until move day arrived last Monday.