Sometimes I have to shake myself to believe this is all real. A liquidation is in progress - the release of my lifetime. When I moved to Alberta, 10 years ago, I brought along much of previous life. Why? I just could not let it go in time and time was very short. I had 28 days to get rid of my parents' estate, my green lifestyle store and my own life. While much was sold and donated, way too much was brought with me.
At this time, I am still packing more than I had thought I would, but the intent is not to keep it all. When there is more time, I will begin to sell it again, only there will be 100 times more people in the market.
But letting go of stuff is not the hard part at all.
Parting with things I love is.
Things that have four legs, those were and are the most difficult to say so long to. How can I bid adieu to the little fluffy black puppy who has guarded me with his life for 9 years? Or kiss the little girls, so abused and broken when they came here, kiss them for the last time ever? And say so long to Harley, my first really big dog, whom I love so much?
Parting with the sheep was heart wrenching too, and although I knew it was time, I shed many tears. I wonder if they are loved and cared for? I wonder if they remember me? Maybe sheep can be in my life once more at some point.
And the land...the trees that sway and sing to me, the creek that babbles behind the house, the coyotes who know not to approach the farm, but cry in the distance, and even those ravens whom I love and hate: yes, all the land has shared with me, I will grieve for, as I would if I lost a dear friend.
So comes a time in this life, when the program is complete, when the movie has run and when the show is over. And I am sad.
But, in the near future, I , too, shall sing again, and dance with the wind and listen to the stories of the trees, and have dear animal friends, for this is my purpose and my love. This day, Thanksgiving, my heart is filled with gratitude for kind friends helping me move along, strangers whom have given of themselves and become friends, for my dear children and grandchildren, and for my dogs, whom love me with every fibre of their being, and I them. For the kind soul who brought me a homemade pumpkin pie and went to buy cream to top it with, for the special heart who is loaning me her tables, though she had never met me, for the new acquaintances I should have made much sooner and for my life, as perfect as it is, I am thankful.
May every one of you be so fortunate to know the peace I know, the community I share with nature and animals and the blessings that come my way in spite of myself. Happy Thanksgiving dear friends.
At this time, I am still packing more than I had thought I would, but the intent is not to keep it all. When there is more time, I will begin to sell it again, only there will be 100 times more people in the market.
But letting go of stuff is not the hard part at all.
Parting with things I love is.
Things that have four legs, those were and are the most difficult to say so long to. How can I bid adieu to the little fluffy black puppy who has guarded me with his life for 9 years? Or kiss the little girls, so abused and broken when they came here, kiss them for the last time ever? And say so long to Harley, my first really big dog, whom I love so much?
Parting with the sheep was heart wrenching too, and although I knew it was time, I shed many tears. I wonder if they are loved and cared for? I wonder if they remember me? Maybe sheep can be in my life once more at some point.
And the land...the trees that sway and sing to me, the creek that babbles behind the house, the coyotes who know not to approach the farm, but cry in the distance, and even those ravens whom I love and hate: yes, all the land has shared with me, I will grieve for, as I would if I lost a dear friend.
So comes a time in this life, when the program is complete, when the movie has run and when the show is over. And I am sad.
But, in the near future, I , too, shall sing again, and dance with the wind and listen to the stories of the trees, and have dear animal friends, for this is my purpose and my love. This day, Thanksgiving, my heart is filled with gratitude for kind friends helping me move along, strangers whom have given of themselves and become friends, for my dear children and grandchildren, and for my dogs, whom love me with every fibre of their being, and I them. For the kind soul who brought me a homemade pumpkin pie and went to buy cream to top it with, for the special heart who is loaning me her tables, though she had never met me, for the new acquaintances I should have made much sooner and for my life, as perfect as it is, I am thankful.
May every one of you be so fortunate to know the peace I know, the community I share with nature and animals and the blessings that come my way in spite of myself. Happy Thanksgiving dear friends.
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