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Let my spirit feel the waves

On moving places

Photo by Pablo Pereyra (2020)

We are selling our house of 15 years, I’m moving boxes, unearthing papers, and it feels like a little death.

I don’t know death.

But walls and the familiarity of old peeling paint have a memory in them. Not all are nice. There are holes in those walls. I patched and repaired them, but I know where they were.

There is also a big back yard where I pulled my daughter in a little cart, and we pretend it was a cab. There is that door to the boiler where we made marks as the children grew. And now, with the moon as a witness, I confess this to you.

There are dreams that we are leaving for the next occupant. Some of them unfulfilled, like the garden I did not grow, some of them accomplish, like the children as they grow. I gave a dream to my wife, and now so I confess I did love this house.

With the moon as my witness, I couldn’t yet commence to tell you all the gifts I have unearthed. The life I lived. And hence, death is necessary for the spirit to live.

Uncertainty lies ahead. But who knows what is certain in this world? Does anyone care to know? I don’t. Let the surprise come. And as a blind sailor promoted to command a ship, I sail. Let the ocean be my home; let my spirit feel the waves.

Note: we are moving because we want. Nevertheless, it is an emotional time for me. Thank you for reading.

Art by GP. Photo by Pablo Pereyra (2020).

Pablo Pereyra 2020. Thank you for reading.

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