Ugh. I feel rough. There’s a lot to get done, and while I don’t leave for another week, I’m going to Chicago on Wednesday, so I have to get almost everything ready today and tomorrow. But I suspect you mean on a more existential level: I feel very sad to be leaving Philadelphia, a little head-woozy to be throwing out so much old stuff, regretful that I couldn’t stay, but deep down I feel confident in my art (if I can put it like that) and open to the change. I’m excited to discover the literary side of London–something I as yet know nothing about.
Breaking camp is always an emotional time. How are you leaving your area? By train or plane? Looks as if U have a wonderful camera. If U have time, would U take a picture of the train station in Philadelphia and post it?
The platform where people stand to watch the departing train? Are you leaving thru that station? It was there many years ago that I shook hands forever, And, I didn’t mean it, but it turned out to be forever.
That picture is not only about closed boxes; it is a closed chapter.
It also represents that our lives fit in a box. It does not matter in what kind of box, because it is about what is inside the box. It is amazing how powerful those boxes are, as most of our remains also end up in some sort of container or just a simple box. Hopefully everyone’s boxes follow a way up the stairs; up and away, to higher and better, more knowledge, more peace, more self. May the treasures you gathered in your boxes be placed in this world where they will bear fruits.
(Now, I do hope the laundry is clean)
Helga
How do you feel?
Ugh. I feel rough. There’s a lot to get done, and while I don’t leave for another week, I’m going to Chicago on Wednesday, so I have to get almost everything ready today and tomorrow. But I suspect you mean on a more existential level: I feel very sad to be leaving Philadelphia, a little head-woozy to be throwing out so much old stuff, regretful that I couldn’t stay, but deep down I feel confident in my art (if I can put it like that) and open to the change. I’m excited to discover the literary side of London–something I as yet know nothing about.
Although I think I will feel much more “open to the change” once I have all my stuff stored and packed. Ugh.
Breaking camp is always an emotional time. How are you leaving your area? By train or plane? Looks as if U have a wonderful camera. If U have time, would U take a picture of the train station in Philadelphia and post it?
The platform where people stand to watch the departing train? Are you leaving thru that station? It was there many years ago that I shook hands forever, And, I didn’t mean it, but it turned out to be forever.
That picture is not only about closed boxes; it is a closed chapter.
It also represents that our lives fit in a box. It does not matter in what kind of box, because it is about what is inside the box. It is amazing how powerful those boxes are, as most of our remains also end up in some sort of container or just a simple box. Hopefully everyone’s boxes follow a way up the stairs; up and away, to higher and better, more knowledge, more peace, more self. May the treasures you gathered in your boxes be placed in this world where they will bear fruits.
(Now, I do hope the laundry is clean)
Helga
I hate moving. Moving overseas must be doubly hard. I am confident that good things are in store for you, though. Keep smiling.