Hi again. I know a few of you might have been wondering, why the uncharacteristic almost two-week silence? If you worried just a little bit, thanks (!) -- but somehow or other, I keep going, don't I?
OK, so last fall when I left Duluth, I left about 24 boxes in storage. Some of this is stuff that has basically been in storage most of my life, and had about a year earlier been sent out to me. Some of it was summer clothing, winter boots, etc. And some of it (of course) was books, mostly on women's spirituality, some on England and English church music, my favorite romance novels, etc. Frankly, perched back on the east coast, I couldn't even remember what all there was.
At the time, here was the concept -- that once I found my (more) permanent home, I'd either pay to have all the boxes shipped to me, or I'd make the trip to deal with them. But of course, this is my life we are talking about! I haven't yet found a permanent home and, indeed, have felt profoundly stuck. I woke up one morning about three weeks ago and thought, I need to go out immediately to deal with this stuff. So I made train and bus reservations, and did it. I just returned to Schenectady yesterday.
There is so much to say, and I am so profoundly exhausted by this experience, that I won't try to talk about it today. Maybe tomorrow or the next day. But suffice it to say, seven small boxes are en route back to me. Seven. I let go, big time. In a nutshell, absolutely every item, piece of paper, book, etc. went through the triage of only one question: do I need this going forward to do the Goddess's work? If not, the item found a new home.
Clearly I needed to get rid of this weight (and there are still several boxes here that need the same treatment) before I can possibly move on, and I am grateful that I had the courage to do this, the help from friends, and the strength to face this task.
After two weeks of not sleeping on trains and spending half the night each night sorting through stuff, I slept nine hours last night, and am still too bleary to write any more. But letting go, 2025-style, was an important event. Yup, it was.
