Letting It Go

Leaving HoustonI haven’t seen “Frozen” but as the ever-astute observer of culture that I am, I have picked up on at least one of its themes. Sometimes we need to just “let it go”.

Yesterday, I did.

Seven years after moving into a space my home-searching advisors questioned — “You can hear the traffic noise of 610… “Only two windows!” … “That wallpaper in the guest bath?!” — I closed the door. Initially, after an early morning start to a cleaning that should have been my norm rather than the exceptional exit, I was heading out with little fanfare. My incredible, selfless helpers were gathering their things. I was on the phone. And as we moved toward locking up, we paused.

“We gotta do better than this.”

“I wondered if you were really going to leave with the phone to your ear and nothing said.”

And so we retraced my history in each room. Just as I had spoke words of blessing in the den, kitchen, bedroom and bath back in 2008, I now walked through each and –inspired by memories — offered up gratitude and words envisioning for Costa Rica, my next home,
–storytelling around a game board,
–meals prepared for strangers and intimates with equal amounts of laughter and love,
–good health, and more.

The smiles on the faces of my “prayer circle” companions and their enthusiastic suggestions for enhancements to my manifestations convinced me that we were investing rather than wasting time.

As I locked up, I found that indeed the stresses of details, conflicts, and all things move-related were on the other side of the door, left behind on carpet that needs to be replaced but was vacuumed anyway, scoured tub and sinks, and on each dated tile and fixture. What I take with me are the very things my early advisors had been right about but through the years had found redemption. The dated elements added a bit of fun kitsch. I explained to house guests that if they told themselves the whooshing of the cars was ocean waves they would be asleep in minutes. And the darkness of my room held me like a cocoon and even served as a recovery and rehab center on a couple of occasions.

Mindful of all I have gained and given, I now open my heart to my next steps.

Yes, Elsa, I can let it go. Unencumbered by things or regret but ever supported by connections to people I love I make my move.

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Started in Tennessee, spent time in Alabama and made way to Costa Rica after 20 years in Texas. I've focused on communications professionally in the worlds of church, government and nonprofits. Now I'm feeding my longtime love of volunteering as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Costa Rica. Just in case you don't know me very well ... The contents of this website are mine personally and do not reflect any position of the U.S. government or the Peace Corps.

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