Bounty

We’re still in that constant of accelerating change around here. Moving toward light, toward positive change, but still sometimes the whoosh of it all gets rather dizzying. Yes, of course, this is why I Practice in a kind of “still. whoosh. still. whoosh. still. whoosh” way. The winding path of a householder.

Soon to become holder of houses, which feels enormous at times. CK and I are co-purchasing, it feels good to have found a home together. Today’s been a tough one; makes buying our current home seem like a lovely party where at the end I got a house.

Next week I’m speaking at a conference, this one actually directly related to the work I do in Business Intelligence. Kind of a big deal and I’m feeling under prepared, as always. Oh, and there’s packing to do.

And there’s packing to do. The house, the stuff. Trying to breathe through all of the anxiety that comes up for me around moving, even when for the better. It will hopefully be back from the conference and into a big whoosh of packing and moving. Then settling a little before Mom joins us, which has been a big part of the new house. That and reducing my commute considerably, which I’ve become resigned to but it does take a big toll on my body.

Here and there, between the whooshing, we spent a leisurely weekend celebrating my birthday quietly. I also canned 8 quarts of sauce! The garden has been very productive this year, which is a little bittersweet, but mostly I’m just enjoying the bounty!

Bounty of San Marco paste tomatoes! Portland, Oregon, August 2012