It was all about energy. Hope and I had some unfinished mother/daughter business that made the place a little tippy. The end of the Mayan calendar weighed heavily as well. Not to mention the floor in the sun room with a definite slope. I figured it was a lesson in letting go. No matter that the decorations were tradition, aesthetically pleasing or they brought comfort and security to my spirit. Don't we always have good reasons for holding on?
CRASH. Once, twice, three times.
Let it go.
So first I let go of the decorations and a few days later I let go of the Datter who was on her way to Eugene, Oregon for a graduate program in green city planning. I love the synchronicity of that choice. In 1987 I drove her Eugene for her undergrad work in journalism. Now she's off to Oregon Duck-land to lay the groundwork for life's calling. Brave young woman.
Never did find the rest of Daisy. She must be still be hanging from who-knows-what-body-parts. But come Candlemas, February 2nd, I'll burn the tree, and she's sure to go up in smoke. Meanwhile, the full moon beams across the snowy land with blinding intensity as Janus winks from his doorway, several days away.
|Hope is a thing with feathers|
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune---without the words
and never stops at all...