Saturday, November 19, 2016

It's time to simplify things within these walls.

Annie's Thoughtful Thursday, week 11.

There was a time when I had concrete plans for moving from Central New York to Virginia, so I purged the unnecessary from my house. I held each household item that I owned and asked myself a series of questions: "Do I need this thing right now?" If the answer was no, I don't need it now, I asked myself,  "Does he (the guy I was planning to move in with) have one of these?" If he had one, and I didn't need mine at the moment, I would ask, "Do I love this item enough to pack it, load it, drive it for hundreds of miles, unpack it, and find a place for it in the new house?" If not, out went the item. Like ice cube trays. And barbecue utensils. And many other things. When  going through my personal belongings, like clothing, I was equally brutal.
It started becoming a challenge. How many things can I get rid of and still function? Well, the answer is a whole lot. I was surprised at how little I really needed. Getting rid of extra stuff was fun and maybe a little addictive.
When the relationship with this guy in Virginia went bad, not only did I give away or throw out everything he gave me, I got rid of everything he touched. This time, getting rid of stuff was therapeutic.
I am used to living in a sparse, simply furnished house, it's been like this for 3 years or so. I love it.
I started getting rid of more stuff, like papers. Using the 43 Folders system was satisfying and comforting. (Full disclosure, I have 43 folders plus 7 more for storing papers like warranties, pet records, pension and retirement account information, identifying documents, bank account information, legal stuff, and medical stuff.)
Any in-real-life photos are displayed or in albums.
I have one bookshelf, if it starts overflowing, I cull.
I bullet journal to plan and organize time.

I don't really need to organize within the walls of my house. Or work, for that matter, having applied similar strategies there.

I need to simplify things within the walls of my head. What's messy? Personal habits. Finances. Political action plan. Social life. Email. Computer files.

I need less crawling in bed and hiding under the covers and more diving in head first.

Cognitive behavioral therapy, here I come.

Friday, November 18, 2016

Eventually, all things merge into one

Annie's thoughtful Thursday, week 10.

and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters." (Norman Maclean~A River Runs Through It)

I am surrounded by water, never far from a lake, river, creek, pond, waterfall-not cut by the great flood-but rather left over from the great ice age. Finger lakes are connected to the great lake by flowing water. Water falls from the sky, and for half the year or so, piles up around us blocking our way and hiding most of the color.

The ice flowed slowly and powerfully, forming the land high and low and finally melting and gathering into the low spots. It still flows, only now it's liquid most of the time.

The great ice left more than water behind, the land was churned up into gorges, waterfalls, ridges, bluffs, and  (my favorite) drumlins. And the rocks. The rocks on the south eastern shore of Lake Ontario. They are round and smooth and beautiful. Cut by the great ice and tumbled by the resulting water.

Some of these rocks are piled up inside and outside my house. It's impossible to resist collecting a few from each lake visit. They have been washed by waves, pressed by ice, and drenched in rain.

I haven't yet heard the words under them, neither the words that belong to the rocks nor the words that aren't theirs. Next time I will visit the lake with listening ears.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

I have what I need.

Annie's Thoughtful Thursday, week 9

Boy, do I.

A loving, faithful, committed, amazing partner. Two houses to call home, chef's quality food and drink, transportation, family, friends, a great job that I love. Time. Health. Strength. Vitamins. Coffee. Gifts, talents, limitations.

In spite of having a crazy abundant life, I've allowed myself to be sucked into the dark. The election has left me off kilter and struggling.

Yesterday-almost 3 days after the election results were tabulated- was the first time I talked about the election with someone who voted for that guy, my mother. She brought it up and was trying to be comforting. I'm still not ready to discuss this topic.


I will finish November the way I started it, with thanksgiving and being grateful.

Thursday I worked honorably, and on my way to my love's house after school, I stopped and bought a couple bottles of wine. Next I stopped at the grocery store in Union Springs and bought what my heart desired for dinner. When I made it to Dan's house, I had time to put the vegetables in to roast and change my clothes before yoga class. "I'll have dinner ready when you get home." he said. Words to swoon by. I went to yoga. We ate dinner. We drank wine and watched Samantha Bee. We slept peacefully in the most comfortable bed in the world. On my way home, I stopped to walk the labyrinth, sit by the waterfalls, and buy the worst cup of coffee ever.

My life is filled with grace and love. I have everything I need.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

I am precisely where I need to be today.

I love my house. This has been my home since 1992. I love the many rooms, the high ceilings, the big windows, the secret places, the obsolescence, the shelter, the protection, the welcoming acceptance. 

The last kitchen update happened in the '30's with this certified, genuine Youngstown Kitchen. (To be fair, I did buy a new refrigerator and stove this century to replace the mid-century models.)

I love the shabby, run-down, worn-out, authentic vintage vibe. It's not artfully distressed, it's been authentically distressed by time, worry, and neglect. 

The walls are plaster, the ceilings are tin,the pipes are copper and iron. The light has been pouring through these windows, the snow has been piling up on this roof, and people have been cooking dinner here since 1861.

I used to have the attitude that very bad things happened to me in this house, as if the house had something to do with it. Still, though, many bad things did happen here. But my house has always kept me safe; good times and bad times. Like suffering the abuse of a narcissistic spouse, breast cancer, and my kids' mental break downs.

These days, there's this guy who has invited me to make a life with him in a new house and a new town. I said yes, and I have made a timeline to move by the end of this school year. June 2017. In the mean time there is back and forth, here and there, and over night bags in the car. I've been scattered and discombobulated. There is yet trail blazing and bush whacking through my son's recovery and independence. And the slow mourning of leaving my house.

This is hard work.

This is precisely where I need to be today.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Be gentle with yourself, it's good for the world that you're here. (Ralph Milligan)

Week 7 in Annie's thoughtful Thursdays.

We are coming into the age of the grandmother. Oma. Abuela. Nona. Nanna. Tóta. Mémère. Grandmother Moon. Soon (Lord willing' and the creek don't rise), a grandmother will be elected President of the United States. 

Being an elementary teacher by calling, I tend to take things back to the elements. Grandmothers are the mothers to the mothers. How abundantly powerful is that role.

While I'm not officially a grandmother I am grandmotherly in age and disposition. Here are some things I think are worthy of consideration:

Be gentle with yourself.
Brush your teeth. Eat good food. Move around. Read. Sleep. (Remember the alarm clock? Start using it instead of your phone.) Scatter joy. Diffuse love. And gather those two for yourself. Do things now that your future self will thank you for. And when you're thanking your past self, do it out loud. Always watch what your hands are doing. Take solace in your limitations. And in your gifts. Keep your ass behind you. And keep peace, peace above you, below you, to your right, to your left, and all around you. 
It's good for the world that you are here.