As I hope you have imagined (if in fact you've even noticed this interval), I've been busy and busier. Nonetheless, my accumulation of times spent, especially a year ago, writing to you about all manner of things, has changed me. I'll notice something, or suddenly understand something, or hear someone speak, and I'm instantly here in my mind at the keyboard, pouring out another story or question or theory or rant. Your reading and my writing have enriched both my busy hours and my moments of repose.
Here I sit on this bright, hot Friday the Thirteenth of March, and my peaceful place is graced with
Given that I work with school children, we had Presidents' Week and will have Spring Break Week off. This year I was finally ready to start letting it go, much to Husband's relief. Radical Spring Cleaning & Recycling -- after years of moving and looking forward, combined with trauma aversion keeping me from sorting through a mountain of boxes in the garage and in my closets -- is now one of my paths to liberation. So much stuff!
As legions of declutterers before me, I'm reaping the immediate rewards of space and order and that incredible lightness of being one gives oneself by parting with all manner of both memorabilia and junk.
Young daddies, drinking buddies, entire families make videos of lip-synching to Let It Go. It drives you nuts and makes you giggle. It's catchy, but so's the measles. I just don't want to get inoculated against this movement welling up in me and moving me through my rich days, for in order to allow my new life to fill up with the lives of children and teaching and directing and loving my friends and my family and sweetheart, I just need to make way for the now.
Whether you're recovering from frostbite in the East or searching for water here out West, may your Spring be verdant and your heart let go. Even though you're strong enough to carry that heavy backpack, you really don't need to!