There have been a handful of times in my life where I have simultaneously held the old and the new.  My move today is one of them.  I have taken these last few days and cleared my schedule so I could be present at a time in my life where I was consciously moving from one stage to another. 

In my garage are a series of piles.  The first one is the trash pile that will be hauled to the curb and will find its way out of my life for good.  The second pile is a pile that is going to charity and will be picked up and recycled for other people to get joy out of the things I once got joy from.  And the third pile is what is going to the new house, the things that survived and still have some usefulness in my life.  This sounds like a clear divination to me.  What I did not count on was how hard the choice was going to be on certain objects.  So I created a system…..if I had not used, seen, or touched this item in the last five years, it was gone…(obviously with the exception of heirlooms, photos, kids pics, etc.).  At that point the only decision was if the item had life in it to be given to charity or was it off to junk land.  You would not believe the logic that I have heard not only come out of my mouth in talking to myself but also the amazingly creative thoughts I have had just to hold on to stuff that is no longer in my life…everything has a story, a meaning or an intention…..….just like the stack of music or the books that I will get to “one day” or “just in case” I want to use them in the future……you never know.

Well, this time I do know and what I know is that change is about letting go of the old and embracing the new.  It is uncomfortable, scary and exciting all at the same time.  My life will never be the same and I am not sure what is ahead of me.  What I also know is that nature abhors a vacuum and I look forward to seeing what stories come into my life in the form of new and wonderful stuff.