Dear Ones:
Welcome to the first post regarding the life-altering transition from San Vicente Mobile Home Park in Santa Barbara CA, to Bracken Brae Country Club, Boulder Creek CA.
Moving is HELL. We thought we'd have about six months to do the triage required for such a life-changing transition; instead, the Higher Powers decided that it WILL be done, in one month (half of which I was still working at my office). Nonetheless, the attrition has been all-encompassing, and we've simplified our life down to the point that we have : no refrigerator, no laundry, no dishwasher, no dining facilities, no chairs except a couple of folding metal ones, and no mind left. We're discovering how little one needs to live -- as long as there is love ..... and we have plenty of that, not only between ourselves but from all our kids, relatives, friends, the universe, and God. (There: I said IT.)
So much as serendiptously worked for good, for us, that I stand in awe -- I have to stand, of course, there's no place to sit.
And to top things off, Niki came to town briefly yesterday, bearing Nick Cherniavsky: we scattered him along the verge of the railroad tracks outside the fence at Goleta Cemetery, where Maria is buried (we didn't dare scatter him over her grave); and then toasted him at local coffee spot, Java Station. I'd kinda like to be buried beside a railroad track myself some day, because I feel just as my dear old mother used to love to quote: "There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going." I think Nick felt likewise; at least that was our best guess.
So on we go: with five days left before Moving Day, I will try to keep all of you in the loop as best I can. More details to follow
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Yes, it is true: Stuff is not important. This is a lesson that I re-learn every time I move.
Hopefully, Greta, Seamus and I will be moving soon as well: from Milford to New Haven, so that I can less time commuting and more time kissing Seamus' belly.
Wow, my condolences on another move for you Elves! I couldn't be more sympathetic, right now!
From Teri and Woody Guthrie:
This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land
I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant land
I do not want your pearly gates don't want your streets of gold
This morning I was born again and a light shines on my soul
This morning I was born again, I was born again complete
I stood up above my troubles and I stand on my two feet
My hand it feels unlimited, my body feels like the sky
I feel at home in the universe where yonder planets fly
This I was born again, my past is dead and gone
This great eternal moment is my great eternal dawn
Each drop of blood within me, each breath of life I breathe
Is united with these mountains and the mountains with the seas
I feel the sun upon me, it's rays crawl through my skin
I breathe the life of Jesus and old John Henry in
I give myself, my heart, my soul to give some friend a hand
This morning I was born again, I am in the promised land
This morning I was born again and a light shines on my land
I no longer look for heaven in your deathly distant land
I do not want your pearly gates don't want your streets of gold
And I do not want your mansion for my heart is never cold.
Truly, Teri -- as Jesus said: "The kingdom of heaven is at hand! Turn, and see it, and embrace it!" or words to that effect.
I think our Redwood Cottage is as clearly heaven as anything I've ever seen. You'll see!
And don't forget that Woody sang ...
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood cottage, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
gregorio xx
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