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Letting Go of my Parents' Home and a Refuge of 20 Years
These are images of goodbye.
Letting go, I am finding, is the alchemy of grief and active invitation to the future. It requires us to feel and experience gratitude our hearts can hardly hold. It is practice for death and rebirth.
Amazingly, Facebook reminds me today that on this day 7 years ago we said goodbye to our house on Innerarity Island. I cherish those last moments alone in an empty house allowing the memories to rise and live beyond the walls of time and space. It was a much smaller 'death" than this one, but practice nonetheless.
Scrolling through these pictures of my parents’ home you will see Cypress trees towering above the property. I remember the day we planted them. Dad asked me to travel with him to their house, then being built, and bury the tiny tree saplings in the dirt with hope for the privacy they would surely bring along the back property line.
I enjoyed the day with him. My heart was elsewhere that day, working through changes within. Today I feel some similar stirrings I haven't quite touched since that time. The kind you feel when your heart demands you know yourself more deeply and do the hard internal work new connections bring. And look, these trees tower above us today. How I have changed. And then in some ways not at all.
I learned this week through a lovely leading of spirit that Bluejays plant forests just by doing what they do-burying acorns. The life cycle is so astonishing.
These cycles aren't limited to one place. Little by little we live and love and let go and life persists with exponential beauty.