…until we leave beautiful Taos. Moving is funny. For the last few weeks I have had one foot in Colorado. Ready to move on. Sometimes frustrated by time’s steady plodding way. Now, as we are packing boxes and trucks, dismantling our home, and saying farewell to friends, both feet feel firmly planted in the earth. Right here in Taos. It’s not that I don’t want to go. That’s not it at all. I am just amazed, stopped dead in my tracks amazed, by the passage of time. Grateful for all we have learned, recognizing how much richer we are as a family for our experience here.
Amidst the frenzy of cardboard, packaging tape, phone calls and abundance of good company there are these beautiful cathartic moments, where attachments to ideas, and things, and emotions are purged, leaving behind only what is real and true. Oh it is sad. So sad. But it’s that kind of sad that is so good because it is married to so much goodness and gratitude. I love that feeling.
So that is where I am. The packaging tape needs to sit on the shelf a little longer. I have a glass of wine to drink, some memories to cozy up with, a sunset to watch, and a family to love.
The journey is the destination. I understand that more every day.