Since New Year's I have been sorting, packing, giving away the accumulation of stuff of 31 years. I found an apartment 3 blocks South of where I lived in Rogers Park and am actively moving in to my new apartment.
For me the hardest to part with are books from my library. I have put off packing my office because I can't stand the idea of parting from such friends. I have books on Jungian psychology, books of feminist readings, grief and loss, a shelf of books of prayer, a shelf of books to prepare homilies including 6 versions of the bible. Another difficult "to weed out" are my photographs from over the years. I made up copies of the oldest and took them to Easter dinner in Detroit. Everyone enjoyed them and got copies to take home.
Spent the day packing up a set of dishes that I gave my mother more than 40 years ago when I got my first paying job. She never had a set of "good dishes." Johnson's Rose Bouquet English bone china. I had been so proud to be able to buy them for her. I offered to my daughter, now 40 years old for my granddaughter, she declined. So I am sending them off to my sister Tina for her daughter. I would like them to remain in our family.
Today, Sunday I am unpacking in the apartment so that I can move some more stuff in. It is a second weeding and I have a box set aside in which I will put things I will give away. I never thought moving would be so hard. I feel it is the multiple losses-a divorce and the loss of my relationship with my son Jason(always I say a prayer for reconciliation when I think of him). I realize that I may not have many years to make amends for my sins of omission and commission up till now. In today's Christian readings we heard the apostles speaking the truth of their faith to power of who they were now, I am called to do the same. I must get through the divorce emotionally then I can begin again. It is good to be divorced in spring with the signs of new life all around. It lifts my spirits.
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