VJ’s Weekly Challenge #104: Next Chapter

Sold! Next!

Picture me surrounded by packing materials and boxes – I’ll be busy the next few weeks preparing for the move. Preparing for the next chapter.

Some of life changes are abrupt, unexpected, and some, like our upcoming house move, are planned out. Either way, change is a given.

The focus this week is: next chapter. The implications may be personal, or strike a broader chord.

To participate, create a post and link back here, or drop a thought in the comments.

Look forward to your responses.

Everything’s Gonna Be Alright

What a week. Within days of listing, we had several house showings. The fourth couple through showed interest. They had one other house to view the next day.

“There should be an offer coming tomorrow,” the realtor advised us. She called the next morning to say she’d be by at 5:00 for us to sign. The offer was a good one.

4:00 p.m. we get another call. “The sale is off. Family emergency.”

So we continue to vacate the house for others to come through, trying hard to let go of the disappointment.

Meanwhile, every morning I wake up from sleep with the same song running through my mind:

My guardian angel must be Rastafarian. Anyway, I appreciate the good vibes. So at the moment, this is my theme song.

I also appreciate the array of tunes shared this week. The music has carried me through.

Found My Mojo – I Write Her
Business As Usual – Sgeoil
I Never Promised You a Rose Garden – Heart to Heart
Rock On – Eugi’s Causerie II
Our Song – michnavs
Theme Song – Stuff and what if…
MMA Storytime’s Theme Song
Many Songs – parallax
You Just Might Find, one letter UP
Theme Song – chosenperspectives
Keith added in the comments: Danny’s Song and Rainy Day People.

Thanks again and see you tomorrow for a new challenge.

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #103: theme song

Lovers like to claim a song as their own, a symbol of their passion. This never worked for me – the only partner who declared a song ours – “Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong” – dropped me shortly after.

I dated a con-man once who dubbed “La Vida Loca” as my theme song. I never knew why, but in retrospect assume it was a warning.

The best theme songs are the one’s that resonate. Post divorce, when all seemed too hard, it was Jimmy Eat World who kept me going with his song “The Middle”.

Later, when Ric and I married and I’d returned to school to get my Bachelor of Education, “Unwell” by Matchbox 20 seemed to define the moment well, especially the lines: “I’m not crazy; I’m just a little unwell. I know right now you can’t tell.”

Let’s have a little fun this week, discovering our current theme song. Post a video, lyrics, or write your own.

Look forward to your responses. To participate just create a post and then link back here.

Remember to Breathe

There’s an old black walnut tree that stands on the edge of our new property. As much as I try to not think about the next house and focus on this one – keeping it sale worthy – I can’t stop thinking about that tree.

Viewed from the back deck, it is a prime model for sketching, and my pencil is itching to get to work.

All in good time.

Meanwhile, we have our first showing today, and tomorrow, our granddaughter comes to stay with us for a week.

I must curb the excitement and pace myself if I am to maintain my health.

A shoutout to all the participants this week:

Stuff and what if…
Eugi’s Causerie I
I Write Her
Thanks so much for your contributions and inspiration. See you tomorrow for a new challenge.

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #102: Pace

“Don’t worry Grandma; I can go at a sloth’s pace!” my granddaughter once reassured me when I confessed that I can’t keep up.

So, I’m a sloth. I like to think I’m more of an old tortoise: lumbering but steady. There was a time when I was the hare: fast, but not always winning the race.

Pacing, chronic illness has taught me, is the secret to making the most out of life.

When I look what is happening in the world, I am discouraged by how slow we are, societally, to embrace change, but maybe even in this there is a pace: a rhythm that makes sense.

This week, think about how pace affects your life.

I look forward to your responses.

Now To Work

Indecision, I’ve come to realize, is where the stress lies – that place between possibility and decisive action. Four nights I didn’t sleep, juggling worries and excitement. Now that we’ve acted, put pen to paper, I am able to make lists, and start the packing process. Exhaustion invites sleep.

“It’s a lot of work!” I exclaim to Ric.

“Necessary but worthwhile,” he reminds me.

Yes. In the end we’ll be happy we did it. And once we sell this house then the fun decisions come: What colours to paint? What kind of window coverings? Where to put the furniture?

The focus this week was decisions, and as always, the contributors inspired me with their posts. Check them out if you haven’t already:

I Write Her
Eugi’s Causerie II
Stuff and what if…
Heart to Heart
Culture Shocks
Shilpa Nairy
one letter UP

(If I missed anyone, please let me know. Not all links are working for some reason.)

See you tomorrow for a new challenge!

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #101: decisions

I love our home. It’s the perfect size for the two of us plus our two doggies. We have all the amenities we need. The only thing that is missing, I confide to a friend, is nature.

For two years, we lived in our 41′ motor home, traversing North America and discovering many wondrous places. Nature was our focus. Prior to that, we lived in a small cottage in the city, with a double lot and large old trees that immersed us in a park-like setting. This current home, set between other similar houses, lacks the view.

Shortly after my confession, Ric came home from a meeting and told me that a house in our neighbourhood, backing onto the ravine and hiking trails, is for sale.

“Are you interested?”

Double doors off the dining area open to a large deck spanning the back of the house. The view is pure green – mature trees and shrubbery, with birdsong and wildlife, and not a house in sight. A sunroom, built on the side of the house, provides four season viewing.

What’s not to like?

The house needs work. It’s larger than our current home, which means more costly. Do we need the added expense just when it seems we were working out a manageable retirement budget?

Oh, but that view.

We’ve been waffling about it for the past few days.

Is this manna from heaven – an ask answered; or temptation that will just create more stress?

Decisions, decisions.

How do you decide when faced with difficult choices? What decisions are weighing at present? I look forward to where this prompt will lead you.

To participate, create a post and link back here.

Pause Perspectives

Is procrastination a pause
or fear seeping in?
Let’s take a moment –
broken silence –
a timely pause …
collect our thoughts
leave a seed
and remember
Be like water
like the squirrel
touch the softness
wave goodbye
to the noise
till the end of this ride.

(This poem is an amalgamation of our collective thoughts on this week’s focus: pause. Thank you for the many inspired posts you shared:)

Reena Saxena
I Write Her
Eugi’s Causerie 1
Sharing Thoughts
Nova’s Namastè 365 Online
Heart to Heart
Stuff and what if…
Zebra’s Child
Zebra’s Child

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #100: Pause

The world is a noisy place at the moment, and rightfully so. The bubble of denial has burst when it comes to systemic racism. As people march in protest demanding change, a virus lurks, threatening further losses. And, I haven’t even mentioned the absurdity of political ranting that seems so inappropriately off base right now.

It is tempting to throw oneself into the fray – emotions running high, intellect chomping for a word – and yet, I fear a loss of grounding. We need calm minds, and clear agendas to guide us in such times.

Passions are ignited. Words and actions have a place. Change is afoot. Let us remember to pause – to quiet the noise – long enough to ensure we are actually making a difference.

May your pauses bring you inspiration this week. I look forward to your responses.

What’s In A Name

What’s her name?
Simple question
from mother to son –
recognizing the love-lifted
joy of his countenance.

I cannot tell, said he,
you’ll ask too many questions.
Do I know her?
No, Mom, she’s Somali.
And Muslim.

I felt my whiteness
and all its privilege
slap me, stumbled

Of course she is welcome,
of course it does not matter.

Had no sense of the depth
of my ignorance, how heads
would turn, and vile strangers
attack, and his father shun them.

And how her own mother
would advise her to take his name
when the day of their nuptials came
so that finding work would be easier.

Had no sense of the depth
of my ignorance, how
everyday matters suffer
unfair scrutiny –

hold them in my heart
and pray, knowing my shield
of whiteness holds no sway
to protect them.

(What’s in a Name first appeared here in February of 2019.  It fits with this week’s focus of privilege. )

Thank you to all who participated in this week’s challenge:

I Write Her
Sharing Thoughts
Stuff and what if…

See you tomorrow for a new challenge!