another change of address, another turn of the wheel

Forget the gym membership! For a good workout, just move!

And so I did, yesterday. The packing wasn’t up to my exceptional standards of meticulous tight organization, in part because I’m simply tired of moving, in part because I was going only some 15 miles down the the roads.

As a result, I was left with no rear-view vision, which under normal circumstances would never be permitted. Traffic was near nil; I arrived safely. What a workout! Packing, lifting, carrying boxes and bags and in particular my speakers in a box half my size and weight!

A couple short flights of stairs at the new residence added to the workout. Not complaining, the exercise is good and helps maintain a level of fitness that too often is depleted with aging.

I’m in my new space, clean and secure. I’ve reasons to be optimistic that this is a good fit and a good space that won’t conclude in a collapse into controlled mayhem or destructive disregard.

Not a bad way to begin a new year!

It’s weird, I was thinking while unloading the Subaru, how you can wake up in one place one day and the next day another place entirely different — and NOT be traveling! The rapid changes of residences do lend themselves to those travel sensations … one day Prussia, the next day France, the following day Germany and the next Great Britain.

Perhaps in time I’ll write more about my new space and cohabitants (three, two of which are felines). Suffice it to say that it’s a very clean space pretty close to my own high standards and my room specifically is a-glow with warm bright Colorado sunlight.

It truly is as if I’ve traveled from one universe into another in terms of sun and light. The experience Tacoma residence, so damp and cold and dark (even on those rare occasions when the sun was out) not to mention severely haunted are not yet cleansed from my system.

That I’m now in a place and space on the far other end of the spectrum continually takes my breath away. Talk about total transformation! Not easily achieved by any stretch of imagination. I marvel at what becomes and is made possible through diligent efforts, however minute they be, through a course of suffering and pain. I could write a book on it but won’t. That book’s been written; it’s called the Bible.

For anyone interested, the house and my room prior were left in most excellent condition, if not light years improved from their state when I arrived in November. No matter how rotten the ending between parties, I will always take the highest road when departing a space, leaving it not only in the best condition possible (which almost always means better than I’d found it!) but with heaps of thank yous, gratitude and blessings.

Yesterday’s departure was no different. I chant blessings in my mind or aloud while toting loads. Spaces and places, it’s who I am and what I do; it’s a gift. I’m not afraid to say that I like spaces and places more than people but on planet Earth you take thye good with the bad {chuckle}, n’est pas?

I’m very pleased I can still get all my possessions into a single car trip AND a cat named Atticus along with a 40-pound container of litter!

That’s another tail still to be told.

For now, aloha from sunny bright Colorado and my new digs … pleasant, clean, inviting and safe. Slowly the wheel rotates, each turn better than the last. Rebirth. Revolution. Me like!

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