moving day, again

TODAY IS MOVING DAY, AGAIN

An Ode to Making Changes to Survive, Anew

By Izzy Ess of Changing, More or Less

On moving day, there is a rupture from familiar nooks and crannies, neighbours and associates.   Sometimes, the break is welcome.  At other times, it’s not.  My kitty has long sensed that something was afoot.  Her skittishness is like my own.  Perhaps it’s fear of the unknown.  Perhaps, it’s lack of confidence that re-establishing oneself in one’s new neighbourhood, will go awry.  I’ve moved before.  The toughest one was getting married and a move away from my own siblings, parents and the furniture that used to be my own.  The subsequent big moves have been traumatic, though excitement to dive into changing things has driven me at times.  I guess it’s never easy, but it gets to be an old routine of throwing out the garbage and the precious stuff because they are just so awkward to remove or much too heavy.  At my present age of five and seventy, there’re just some things I cannot do.  Refinancing everything has been so difficult this time.  I may give up my car to save a bundle and make much more use of public transportation, bicycling and just plain walking.  This year, I gave up cable, internet and many friends because of paucity.  I feel as if my freedom is so slowly ebbing.  Replacing freedom feelings is a state of mind, I’d guess.  I still am free to write and paint and argue with my kin and kith.  I still am free to play some chess and euchre.  I still am fairly free to stay away from kith and kin who feel I have some kind of leprosy, which is contagious, eh?  I still am free to test my moods and try to modify them to be useful to me.  I still am free to write this blog, albeit on the internet facilities that are available for free these days in old Macdonald’s, Horton’s and the Public Library.  It does require some modifying of my whole cognition process and my whole behavioural facilities.  Adaptation is a distinct possibility, just like in the past.  I’m fortunate, I still have curiosity and serendipity and playfulness.  I tend to see things differently than most.  There are, in fact, some people out there who do understand, appreciate, encourage and protect me.  Some even pray for me.  The spirit of my grandfather, the man that set my name as Itzik, meaning laughter, and in a broader sense, the patriarch of Judaism, still exists within me, and at times it gives me strength and perseverance, stubbornness and willingness to fight against the folks who shun some change and creativity.  Please wish me luck.  Today I move again.  Tomorrow is another new day of surprises, some quite large and some inconsequential.  Choosing battles carefully is useful.  Leaning on my spirit is a given.  Asking for forgiveness is a recent act of mine.  It seems to help immensely.  Giving love has always been important.  Now, it is a special act.  Forgiving others is also fairly new.  It shows some promise for the future and for inner peace and happiness.  Amen and Hallelujah!

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

July 31, 2013, moving day.