Moving

The morning of my latest move. Everything packed except a few kitchen things. The Hoon purrs beside me. Jacinta explores the maze of boxes. In four or five hours I'll be surrounded by the chaos of all of my worldly possessions placed in heaps in a new living space.

I've promised the sweet kids that live in the building that they can meet the kitties later this afternoon. They are sparkly natured, Pakistani immigrants, the nieces and nephew of my landlord, the kids of the sister that will live next door to me. They ask me many questions: what is your favorite color? does your cat have a scratchy tongue? will you live here alone?

I let them into the empty apartment yesterday while I was there cleaning it. They showed me what it looked like through their four and six and seven-year old hearts and eyes: oooo, what a Big Place! look at these Big Windows! you must be lucky to be so high up! look! look at your view! you can see the hill all the way over there!

After they left, my heart felt warm for hours.

Comments

[kelly]

lovely, I'm fingers crossed that this place provides a safe nest for you to curl into in your time away from work and school...that you all find some peace there together.

[Kathryn]

I am praying this is a safe, warm space of contentment for you, and that you have joyous moments here. Speedy moving!

[Marilyn]

Hoping it's an uneventful move (in a good way!)...and a safe and relaxing space for you when you get settled and make it 'home.'

[Stas]

Hi Kate...I've been travelling, and just saw about you moving again...hope it goes smoothly and you get to stay for a while :)

thinking of you this morning.
love
Stas

[Mouse]

"Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.

It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.

You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down.

You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.

And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing.

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night."

Happy New Home

[Will]

I pray that the warm feeling lasts for days and days and months and months.

[krista]

Aw, kids have a certain way don't they.

Happy Settling Kate.

[kate]

. . . thank you guys . . . happy new year . . .