Skimming Deep

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Tag: shadow

U is for “Unearth”

Moving is a process of “unearthing” everything you own and, in some cases (if you have the willpower, stamina, and discipline) to assess what to keep and what to get rid of.  It’s amazing how much stuff is unearthed when you pack up.

I packed yesterday and today.  Yesterday, I took 20 more boxes to my friend’s house in Pembroke, along with big pieces of furniture.  And today yielded about another 10-15 more– I wasn’t able to do a final count.  I’m still wrapping up some loose ends of the final tidbits that just can’t get put neatly into a box.  So far, I guess I’m at about 45-ish boxes?  What?!?!?

This is a fraction of the stuff I have.

And yet more stuff, sitting on the front lawn, waiting for its turn to be loaded into the U-Haul van.

As I have been packing, I’ve been slowly getting rid of things (mostly files-related).  And also determining what things I want to store in people’s basements and spare bedrooms (thanks, M, E, S, and P for helping me store all my things!!!) and what I want to take to Arizona with me on my road trip.  I’m determining what are my favorite books and belongings.  And I wonder, for everything else I’m storing, why am I storing them?  Will I really use them again?  Why can’t I let go of these things (mostly books, teaching materials that I’ve used over the years, random odds and ends that I can’t even really categorize)?

Unearthing things also unearths memories– who wrote that note to me and under what circumstances?  Who bought that thing for me that I just can’t seem to part with?  Who does this thing remind me of?  Where did I buy that?  When?  And as I wrote in my last post about the nostalgia that emerges in this season anyway, it’s just a double/ triple dose of “awww, I remember when…”

On a completely different note, here’s a fun photo I wanted to share– a self-portrait in shadow.  Who knows if and when I will ever post a photo of myself!

I was at the reflecting pool in Boston again, and the wind was blowing really hard, and I caught this shot of my hair blowing in the wind.  It made for an interesting effect.

#12: Sun and Shadow

I’m solar-powered.  I recharge from the sun’s rays.  My energy is restored by the sun.  I love days when I can take long walks, soaking in the sun, with a gentle breeze keeping me cool.  It’s even better when I can catch the shade from trees, buildings, and other tall obstructions and then come back into the sunlight.

Today was one of those days I sorely need more often than I get.  No scheduled meetings.  No homework to do.  Just walking around the neighborhoods, enjoying the weather, and feeling my inner gas fill up to the max-line.

And after my long walks (yes, that’s “walkS,” plural, because I was able to take two walks– one in the city, and one in my neighborhood.  What a wonderful day!), I was able to come back home to this– a peaceful home, the sounds of birds outside my window, a cool breeze wafting through the curtains.  It’s a good day to be alive.

I have often thought that one of the reasons I so love days like this is because they are rare.  With the unpredictability of New England weather, one truly appreciates the beautiful days because they come when you don’t expect them.  Like you can’t really appreciate the sun without the shadows.  Or you can’t really appreciate the good without the bad.  One cannot exist without the other.

To be honest, though, I wouldn’t mind if we had a lot more days like this with only the occasional dreary day.  The dreary days are nice for cozying up at home with a good movie or book or loved one.

But I love being outside in my neighborhood.  I love walking by the beach, hearing the waves against the shore.  I love hearing the birds chirp, not being drowned out by city sounds of sirens, cars, and people yelling.  I love smelling the fresh air, untainted by pollution and dirty streets.

I need to live somewhere that I can have all this. Close to the city but far enough away where nature prevails, not choked by man-made waste but allowed to flourish and breathe.

#8: Shadow

Baby’s breath.


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