Oh the irony.
I have been writing for TMH since the beginning, eight years or so ago? But, here I am missing a deadline for the first time? <sigh>
OK… I do have a good reason. I have been moving and that translates into busy and tired. So, my apologies. But, life is like that.
We get overwhelmed by the changes and adventures. Then we take a break, or collapse, and integrate the changes. Then we get up, look around for what to do next and off we go again.
I feel badly for the people who do not have challenging changes to deal with. Change is what moves life forward. Challenge is what makes us grow. Doing what seems impossible and finding out that you are a superhero. You CAN do the seemingly impossible. You have more strength and energy than you know.
I have come to the conclusion
that life is about creating and living interesting stores. Stories we will retell, including after we die. The better they are, the more unlikely the situation, the more unusual the challenges, the better the story and the more cheers you get.
Five years ago I could hardly walk up stairs at all.
It was painful and I took them carefully, one at a time. Three years ago I had hip surgery and a recovery that really took another year and a half. This past week I was going up and down stairs carrying all manner of strangely shaped objects, many of them unreasonably heavy. I was amazed. I got stronger. I lost seven pounds. And… some of the time it hurt and I was tired. But, life is good and the future is bright!
For me, this is the end of a chapter.
I lived in an apartment downtown in our little college town because after a divorce I needed a good place to raise my daughter… who was 9 years old at the time. It needed to be close to her Mom and close to all the schools she would go to though her time in the public schools. And, it needed to be safe and fun.
We did that. We had fun doing that. And now she is going into her sophomore year at a prestigious college. So, I don’t need to live downtown surrounded by college students who are often drunk and rowdy. What to do with the third half of my life?
So, I have moved
20-minutes North to a rural area. I now live on the second floor of a house built in the 1870’s in an open one acre field. Finally, I can truly be a man, out standing in my field!
In back is a stream and a swamp. Further back is the Connecticut river. And, there are wonderful breezes… except when become intense winds.
So, this site is powerful in three of the four elements… earth, air and water. All I need to do to bring balance is light a candle. It is a wonderful place.
And… no students! Occasional coyotes and bears, perhaps? But, it is very unlikely that they will be drunk.
But, right now
the new place is a chaotic nightmare of boxes and jumbled belongings waiting for me to bring order and function. Which I will do.
After a hot bath (in the clawfoot tub!) and very long nap!