Moving schedule

We have asked a full-service piano mover to come on Wednesday. They may also be able to take some of our bulkier items, like our mattress and my computer chair. We’ll be in San Pablo by that evening!

This morning I went to my last class with Anthony, and tomorrow I’ll have my last class with Linda. I’m sad to leave City Yoga, but I’m not spending my time counting “lasts” like I used to before a move.

In Buddhist nun Pema Chödrön’s wonderful book, The Places That Scare You, she offers this wisdom:

That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. It is the ordinary state of affairs. Everything is in process.

This body has never felt exactly the way it’s feeling now. This mind is thinking a thought that, repetitious as it may seem, will never be thought again. I may say, “Isn’t that wonderful?” But we don’t usually experience it as wonderful; we experience it as unnerving, and we scramble for ground.

Because we mistakenly take what is always changing to be permanent, we suffer.

In these past couple of years, where my life has changed a great deal and myself with it, I’ve learned to honor this transience (at least on my good days). I don’t look at our move as a move away or a move to. Every day we say goodbyes, every day we meet someone new; this doesn’t only happen when we’re moving from city to city! And my move to LA has taught me that we can always stay in touch with our true friends, and will see them again in our lives. So, while I wish I could still stay geographically close to the people and places I love, I’m not wistful. It’ll be okay.