Boxes are filling up around us. We’re making a dent in our to-do lists. Doubt seeps in. Are we doing the right thing? Then I remember all the reasons behind making this choice and affirm: We are dismantling one life to build another, purposeful existence.
The movers need to be arranged, and the closets sorted and packed, and when was the last time we bought groceries…. Head and attention are going in too many directions at once, and I’m exhausted before I get started. Might be a little cranky too. The stress of moving is real.
Beautiful! I love to hear birds chatter and we’ve had a lot of cardinals and woodpeckers in our area lately. They are so fun to watch, especially now that the trees are bare we can easily see them.
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I love this picture poem! Birdsong does the same thing for me.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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