I have heard someone say, "Live like you're dying". Single Boo reminded me that we are all dying, minute by minute because this life here on earth is just a moment in time in our forevers.
I didn't realize how locked into things I had become. For instance, for years, I've loved the color, cobalt blue. In fact, scattered throughout my kitchens in each place I've lived, were my cobalt blue dishes, canisters, resting spoons, bakeware, etc. (You get the idea, right?) Then, there was a chair that I had fallen in love with. It wasn't an expensive chair, just a comfy one that I often used by my easel. It was my kneeling chair. I grew used to the sounds of the houses I've lived in, the people in the neighborhood and the stores that I shopped at.
But, I've learned that it's not bad to let go of what seems like normalcy. Normalcy can often be construed as a crutch or a security blanket. It can hem a person in to not wanting to explore further outside to see what else lies beyond that "normalcy".
When Single Boo and I leapt to Oregon, she brought with her the color red. Gone now, is the cobalt blue accents and kitchen supplies. In place of it are beautiful red items. In fact, we both got extremely excited over finding a Mr. Coffee in red, at a thrift store, and without even considering whether it worked well or not, we bought it. (Another lesson in normalcy because no longer can I walk away from the coffee maker. I have to babysit it because it literally dumps and spews coffee all over the counter.)
I walked away from a house in the desert with beautiful walking trails but high heat during the summer time. That was what I knew as normal. Now, it's beautiful green everywhere. Even the puppies have a dance in their step which is becoming their new normal.
Have you ever had to walk away from "normal"? If so, what did it feel like?
Saturday and Sunday in the Country
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