“Built in to every ending is a new beginning – a release of the old – a moving into the unknown.” Peace Pilgrim
I sit in my almost empty living room – the space feels good, light – coffee at hand, lap full of devotional materials – JC’s school clock ticking on the wall. The dogwood tree outside the window is now leafed out with only a few blossoms remaining.
The guidance was to stay until the dogwoods bloomed.
Spring has been glorious, spurred on, perhaps, by the unusually cold winter. The abundance of blossoms – tulip tree, red bud, dogwood, azalea – has been the most prolific I have ever experienced. Even the pink dogwood has bloomed in time for me to delight in it one last time.
Staying until now has given me time to experience the second anniversary of my husband J.C.’s, passing and the date that would have been our twenty-fifth anniversary.
It seemed right to honor them here on the five acres on at our “Sanctuary at Boggy Prairie.” This has truly been a sanctuary for me – a place of love, hand holding, family celebration, growing edges, mourning, healing, wisdom circles, soul friends, and twenty-five glorious springs.
The closing on the sale of the place to JC’s grandson has been accomplished.
He will cherish it.
The fifty-three years of Henry family traditions will continue – football on television, 42 games, chocolate pies and Easter Egg Hunts for his great-grandchildren, and their grandmother Martha’s rolls.
It is time for me to go.
My daughters have claimed my family treasures. The estate sale is done – the residue given to charity.
I have played a joyful game of observing as my belongings chose their new owners. When there was something I could not release, it has turned out that the new owner has just not yet appeared.
I have enjoyed deep connecting times with special friends, celebrated at a party to paint “love and light” rocks for my trip, have been literally blessed by a circle of soul sisters – all of us experiencing our own endings, growing edges and new beginnings.
I’ve tearfully said good-by to friends at church.
Still so much to do – decisions to make about what to take.
There are piles everywhere – bags to recycle, clothes to give away. It is chilly this morning. I am rethinking the giving away all of the winter clothes.
I’m not at all sure that things I have set aside to take with me will even fit in my little car. Paring down is certainly the order of the day.
Time to get started…the sun will rise soon. I’m requesting the most benevolent outcome for this day. (Process from Tom Moore’s book The Gentle Way.)