Four years ago today we closed on this house. Then the process of unpacking and settling in truly began. I don't know specifically why I thought of that today, about moving in, it is not an anniversary I have marked on my calendar. Perhaps it is just that I have been cleaning out closets this week, and that act of clearing out and letting go, both physically and metaphysically, has proven to be an interesting journey. A journey that has hijacked and interrupted other plans I might have made for this past week, even other blog posts I had planned to write.
But the time for this particular journey is now. It began with the master bedroom closet, and grew and grew until I had pretty much emptied every closet in the house. Once again there are piles and boxes everywhere. I was surprised that such a physical process, cleaning out, also had such strong methaphysical and metaphorical implications. But it appears to be so.
This time I will see the project through to the end. Every thing and every one has a purpose in life. That purpose is not fulfilled by sitting in the closet waiting for "just in case". I am determined to release the burdens of past-expectations, of failed promises, and lost intentions. I am sure this will not be the last closet cleaning of my life. But for now, I must see this one through. I shall return, hopefully with a clearer head as well as cleaner closets.
