If you have been following my blog you may have wondered what has happened to me. I have upheld my commitment to myself since I began more than four months ago, to blog every single day (excluding weekends and holidays). Also, if you have followed along, you will have known that I have been moving. Only three days after moving all of my things into my daughter’s house, she received a request from her landlord to move out by the 1st of March. This came only one week prior to her needing to leave for Denver, in preparation for her deployment to Afghanistan. She was also working at her regular job as a police officer for a seven day stretch of twelve hour days! We were in a pickle and I was already worn to a frazzle from moving into her house.
If I have learned anything at all over the past decade, I have learned that Spirit always has my back. This challenge was no different. The day following this notice my daughter responded to a call while at work. The person, who made the 911 call about a downed wire, owned the empty home at the problem location. She asked him about it and he told her that he had not found the right person to rent it. She got me to go look at it and meet the owner. It looked okay and he was very kind. Within twenty minutes I had the keys in my hand and began moving again – only 24 hours after we had learned that we had to move out of my daughter’s house! She decided to simply put her things in storage until she returns from her deployment.
Moving in the middle of winter is formidable. Moving again only three days later is preposterous. Who does this? I have just done it; not by my own choosing of course, but it is my reason for being unable to keep up with this blog. I consider it to be a valid excuse and I forgive myself. Today my routine resumes, beginning with exercise before breakfast, followed by posting my blog before noon each day. During the frenzy of the past week I could not help but marvel at the way friends showed up to help. Two of my daughter’s friends, her ex-husband, and her new boyfriend all showed up to help us move her things into storage and my heavier things into my new home. My middle daughter (her sister) came up from Denver and cleaned the house she was moving out of. I had a similar experience two years ago. What I have come to understand about human beings is that we are happiest when we are helping and doing for others. The Beatle’s song, “We get by with a little help from our friends…” is more than just lyrics. It is a truth that makes the heart feel full. Love shows up in our lives as family and friends. This overshadows the fear that may overtake us when we are alone. What I know is this: without our friends, we are poor indeed. We may get by without them – but who would want to?
