Lord, I was born a ramblin man [sic].
Well, I was. I am a restless soul, apparently. I've lived in every time zone in the U.S., inhabited dozens of different apartments and houses. I've lived in cities, suburbs and out in the country. I've lived by the ocean, up in the mountains, on the plains, the Pacific Northwest, now the midatlantic swamps. I've lived alone (not for a long time, though), and with a variety of co-inhabitants. In spite of all the hassles involved with moving, I find the process exciting. I like reinventing my "lifestyle," finding rhythms that suit the shape of whatever new space I inhabit. There is a way in which, when I move, I become a brand new version of myself by virtue of the difference in how I cut through time/space. Does that make sense? It does to me.
The past nine+ years here on Tennessee Avenue are an anomaly in the life story of a Bedouin such as myself. I rented this space in a state of desperation, assumed I would only stay a short time, maybe a year or so, then move on. But I was so wrong. Whoa. Or should I say wow? Why have I stayed so long? That's easy: everything works, in the house, with my housemates, and on the block where I live. For so many years, every time I got restless, the guidance that came to me was If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
But everything has a lifespan, everything. I'm bearing down hard now on what is to come; the life I've lived for the past decade is fading, unwinding. It's spectral now, barely visible. The old world is passing away, oh yeah.
I should be packing right now! Onwards and upwards. Shalom.
I absolutely love these ancient tv videos from the 60's. The quality sucks. Sweet, isn't it?
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I've never been much of a wanderer. Maybe that's the earth sign in me.
I have lived in Arizona, with the exception of a few months in Utah and New Mexico, all my life. I sometimes long to live by the water or in NYC for a time but something keeps me here. I admire you for being so brave.
I "discovered" Bob Seger in high school during the '80s. "Famous Final Scene" is one of my favorites. Never saw him like this, cracked me up. Why didn't he have a microphone stand for pete's sake?
Great question, Everton! I guess he just wanted to play keyboards with one hand, who knows??
Only recently have I come to understand that I actually am brave. Who knew? I never did till now.
Ah those were the days, holding the mic in one hand, pluggin away on a little keyboard with the other, and that gets you on TV: sweet.
Moving is very exciting, and I can feel it in your words as you dive into it!
"I'm bearing down hard now on what is to come..."
You describe labor perfectly! Sweet friend, you are giving birth to a new life and a new you. Stay in the moment, stay one with the process, and you'll look back on this period of time with awe and reverence, as well you should.
Mazel tov! I'm so happy for you!
It IS labor, isn't it? Wow. Thanks, Jo.
Yes, for sure you are a brave explorer, exploring unchartered experiences heretofore almost unknown to you, but you are seeming to be able to turn this into an adventure that should turn into a lot of fun and self awareness. But then again life is but one great adventure that we either choose to have fun with or be miserable at. I am glad you are choosing to have fun. That makes things so much more enjoyable.
God bless.
Reya~ I so admire your courage! I have always been a nester(so to speak). Living in my first house for 27 years, then 7 in my next house until Scott died. Then down here in the country. We have all come from different paths and that in itself is exciting for me. Your blogs are worth reading every day! Thanks!
Cheers to the unwinding as you stand, poised, on the brink of your new life!
I'm really excited about this new phase of your life - I think it'll be great for you & it sounds like you're ready for it. Is it bad that I'm excited because I like to read the posts where you're facing new challenges & see how you meet them?
Bug, you're great. Facing challenges is what makes life exciting. There's no plotline without challenge! xx
How interesting for a deeply rooted person to read of your enjoyment as a wanderer. You remind me of a stream, while I remind me of a tree. I will watch you move along while drawing nourishment from your stories ;)
Thanks for the shade, Pauline!!
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