"No
man ever steps in the same river
twice,
for it's not the same river
and
he's not the same man." - Heraclitus
There
has been a lull in the production of posts. There has been a big
change. It may have been interesting to note the process of this
change, but much of this was gruelling and painful and I was
concerned my writing may become grumpy at best and bitter if
unchecked. All the while I would be knowing that ultimately there
would be a positive outcome so why bother with the tediousness of the
obstacles. I did not feel like I had much to say, only knowing that
‘this too would pass’ and to persevere through it all.
I
have found new river, to use the illustration from the quotation. The
process of selling up, buying somewhere new and occupying a
new house
is complete. On paper this seems a mechanical kind of procedure;
clear actions to be taken, papers to be signed, literal items to be
transferred from one place to another. The reality was
an
emotional squiggly mess.
In
order to start again we have had to let things go; leave jobs, people
and the familiar behind. I wrote a post back in December
2016
focused on letting go. One
aspect of this was
de-cluttering and getting rid of material things. I
never imagined that in less than two years we would be moving from
our ‘forever home’ to take up residence in a city far away. Once
we had decided on a plan; a brand new start. The
downsizing
of our current life and
de-cluttering
began in earnest. I was surprised
to discover,
once the goal had been set, things that had seemed all-important at
the time of purchase were now potential
barriers to our goal.
Letting
go became freeing; physically there was more space in our house, but
there was also more space in our minds for what could be. Having
moved in, we thought we had down-sized enough to fit in the space
that was now less than half the size of our previous house, but still
more had to go. The first places in our new area that we became most
familiar with were
the recycling centre and the location of our nearest charity shops!
The
hardest leaving behind always involves people. This in itself felt
strange; although we were saying goodbye we were not ending the
relationships.
Methods of communication are now so accessible and varied in some
ways it felt wrong to say ‘goodbye’. We are also fortunate to be
be in a place that has excellent transport links,
so visits are definitely not out of the question. Still it is
going to be different; the regular walks, chats over tea, spontaneous
invites for
dinner would be gone. This
has re-opened
the door to another form of communication; letter writing. One I
extolled
in a
post back in
November
2016
but have failed to keep up with. At one leaving event, a friend said
‘I’ll write to you, I’m good at writing letters’. It made
me smile
to receive the
first letter
in the post, just a week after we moved. It has encouraged me to put
pen to paper, although
using
social
media
is my main method of keeping in touch.
Conversations
with locals have reminded me that our beginning starts in someone
else’s middle. We arrived after the start of the school year, so
local pupils and students have already found their feet. We have
arrived in the midst of everyone else’s journey. We are new. They
are not.
Our
move has created much space – not so
much
in our house, but in our minds. Our
schedules now
have
room for many possibilities. We
have been taking advantage of some of what this new city has to
offer.
To an extent, a move makes this inevitable, but it did strike me how
willing are we to be open to a new beginning? How often do we miss
serendipitous opportunities because we have convinced
ourselves there is no time or our minds are
closed to change? It is a challenge to stay in the present. To
not
look back at what has been left behind and not get caught up in
future possibilities. Today is a new day; a new beginning. I am not
the same man that walked through the river of yesterday. Regardless
of where you are on life’s journey, will
you allow yourself a new beginning and embrace the potential for
change?
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