Posts Tagged ‘moving away’

A neighbor two doors down moved out Saturday. Last night I took my dog for a walk and stood under the starry sky, staring at the empty shell of a house.

A very good, long-time friend of my friend passed away recently from a long illness. We’ve spoken of how the body is simple a vessel, or a shell we temporarily use.

I like seashells and collect them. My bathroom is decorated with different types and sizes. A shelf in my study is dedicated to larger samples.photo(1)



But the starfish, conch, whelks, mollusks, urchins and other that once lived inside are all gone. I just have their empty shells.





Like the house, like the human body, the spirit has left. In a house, we move in decorate, establish our personal tastes, style and make an empty shell of a house into our home. Likewise, a body illustrates our personality, preferences, ideas, opinions and all the quirks that make us…well, us.

Some years ago I re purposed a conch shell. Turning it upside down and using floral foam, along with silk lilacs, magnolias, dusty miller, roses and others, I created an attractive beach-y decoration.


Last night, looking at the empty shell of the vacant house, I could not help but wonder ahead when someone else will move in. They will take what I see as an empty shell and do whatever necessary to ring it back to life with their personality and design. Paint, landscaping, decorating. The possibilities are endless, and to be honest, a little exciting to watch for. Mainly I just question whether they will keep the lawn mowed.

And the same in our own bodies. We have the shell; the bony frame covered with muscle, skin and hair.  We decorate the outside to suit our tastes. Nail polish, tattoo’s, hair style or dye job, clothing. If we don’t like our weight, we transform it. Same for our dated wardrobes and other things we are known to alter. Nowadays. that  list is rather endless too.

photo(3)             (Old basket full of shells, claws, driftwood pieces, sea stones and coral)


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Lately I feel I have been on a journey of sorts. A prodding to step out from the norm and known into something new and different. I am reminded of the quote, source unknown, that reads: Some lessons are best learned through trials and understood through perspective. It might have been my profound wisdom but honestly, I don’t recall.


For a number of years I have been content, and perhaps have even grown complacent, in my dwelling. I had a plan, to remain and save funds and eventually leave when I had what I considered to be adequate funds to go on to the next step in my plan, or journey.

Well, the trouble with Plan A is it seldom works out like we thought it should have. So we move on to Plan B or Plan G or sometimes even Plan N. That is  the Journey. Up those steps to the unknown. With a healthy mix of curiousness and trepidation, we begin our ascent up, looking up, peeking behind us, wondering both what does lie ahead and what are we leaving behind.

So my Plan A has recently been crushed and my hand forced into the next step. Well before I was ready. But I know what I have to do and why I have to do it. So this week I placed an offer on a different house and wait anxiously on return word. Somehow, regardless what the answer is, I will have taken another step up those stairs on my journey. There is a certain sense of satisfaction that comes with that knowledge. Is that learning through trials? I’m not sure.

In just a few days, my next book goes live into the virtual world. Nervous? Sure I am. Having twins is hard. I barely have time and thought for one book, let alone two. But that is part of the journey too, is it not?  There is a sense of validation that comes with this though, and I suspect it has to do with perspective.

So as I wait for word on my offer on a house, and the final few days slide by before release date, I dream of paint schemes and think of impressed readers. Soon enough the holidays will enter my busy world too. This year will fall away and  a new one will open up, a new phase of this journey of life. And I will take a few more steps up to see what is really waiting at the top of our trek.


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Today I went house shopping. I have been doing a lot of the behind the scenes beginner things for a little while now, but today I actually began touring available houses. I feel it is about time to move from my present locale. And I usually follow my feelings. So while I am excited about the prospect and all it entails, I am also a little depressed by it. I had not thought myself ready to leave my cozy home, house hunting is work (as if I am not busy enough already) and moving can be hard on a lot of things. So I feel a real sense of yin and yang in that this is the thing to do, it’s what I had wanted to do but it seems to be happening quicker then I had imagined.

The whole thing sort of reminds me of one of my favorite movies: It’s a Wonderful Life. The one with Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed .

wondrrful life movie poster

I could watch this Frank Capra film production over and over at any time of year. To me it’s not just a Christmas story. It’s a story about love and living.

Why? Well because a major part of the show is now resonating within me lately. The Bailey family spends their time at the Savings and Loan Building, providing families with their own house–‘four walls and a roof” as a character phrased it once. The Savings and Loan Building and what it represents is a pivotal part of the movie, as is the developing romance between the main characters, Mary and George.

So now that I am searching for my own four walls and a roof and it’s scary and exciting all at once. Kind of like falling in love can be. In my case, there are all the stages and steps and searching and time. All the questions about things I’ve never considered before. So I am surrounding myself with people who are knowledgeable on the things I don’t know to join me on this journey to home ownership.

With the right mindset, I can find the fun and adventure in this. And I will take a lesson from the movie that no matter what happens, it’s a wonderful life. In this case, my reminder is in the form of a character called George Bailey.

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Today, I have a sense I am where I need to be–geographically speaking. I get this feeling every so often. As if to periodically confirm my obedience to the voice almost ten years ago was correct. When you leave all that is familiar and safe to venture alone to the unknown, following only the voice heard in a quiet room, you can occasionally get a doubt or two.

Especially when storms come or people from far away reach out and tap your shoulder. So those occasional suggestions of being in the right place after all still can go a long way to silence those doubts.

Today a dear friend emailed me. One that I miss very much. Not much to say, just hi, a brief catching up and let’s stay in touch. Yes, I’d like that.

But my place is here. In the south where I have made my home. Where I have learned to speak Appalachian English and to let go of ‘how it used to be’ in order to fully and better embrace ‘how it is now’.

So when I get that tap on the shoulder from my past, I only need to look at the beauty of the people and mountains and nature around me to know this is where I need to be. Where I am blessed to be.

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