A recent experience by Mala.
After my own recent experience of selling and moving house, I can see why they say that moving home is up there with death in terms of stress levels.
And bizarrely, the whole process from the time the house went on the market until it was sold was like I was getting ready to die. With only a certain amount of time left to live there, the months leading up to it were spent decluttering, getting paperwork in order, letting go of most of my possessions in the house, including the furniture.
The tsunami of grief that washed over me so many times, the plea bargaining for more time to stay there, feeling so angry, and a sense of being wronged that my time was to be cut short. All of these parallels to the experience of dying.
Gratitude for my time there, and the life I had there for fifteen years.
And in the final days, with the grief intensifying, and friends and family being there for support, my Short Moments Teaching kept me rooted throughout.
Then the morning of the move, acceptance came shining through and I was ready to leave and let go of this wonderful home and transition to my next place.
I wrote a letter to the new Owner of the house, wishing her many years of happiness there, leaving her information that she would need, explaining little quirks of the house and listing items I had left for her, including flowers.
I said goodbye to all the rooms, thanked them, and the tree which was about to come into blossom that I would miss seeing,
I thanked and hugged the tree and my two wonderful ferns in the garden, whose leaves were dying off, and their new life that was waiting to come through.
So many parallels and reminders about how the cycle of life and death are inseparable and of course inevitable, and making the most of our time wherever we are.
P.S. I am now settling into my new space at a friend’s lovely place until the next steps become clear.
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