Dealing With Change, Even If It’s Positive

I’ll admit I’m reeling on some level, as my husband will be home to stay in about a week. He’s been over the road for eight years.

I also went from “mom” to empty-nester, suddenly and unexpectedly when we moved here. Truly, I don’t know that I’ve ever been more shocked by anything in my entire life.

Clearly it will be great to have my husband home but get this…

I always say we talk ten times a day. I do not exaggerate. We talk every two hours at least. So what it be like when he goes to a normal job, eight or ten hours a day, with no calls?

The physical proximity is a great trade off, but I’m telling you, my life now and my life in a week will be very different.

This Uranus Pluto transit was not a trifling thing. We’ve come through it real well, all of us.  But as I try to fathom all that’s occurred over the last year…well, I just can’t do it. I have Lu-what?

But I’m here with my dogs and my mower, my husband and others on the way.  How’s a person supposed to compute all this?

Also, I started bringing communion to an assisted living facility last weekend. I’m just filling in for the regular person at this point, but every thing like this that is familiar is a help to me.

I’ve also set up a regular lunch date with a friend (weekly). I did this for years when I was young – Margarita Night with a friend. This will be Margarita Lunch.

So anyway, I didn’t have a blue mower before but I have one now. And two peach trees, one pear, one plum tree, another on the way, three apple trees, some grapes and a barn.

My husband is going to get some chickens. Life is so different.

I went to a new dentist today…I had my old dentist for 20 years. It’s weird, I’ll tell you.

“Been in the area long?” the new dentist asked.

“Three months,” I said.

Most families have been here for generations.  I don’t know what to say about that. My family immigrated here. I’m from the desert in Arizona…if only the cactus could talk.

I’ve gone from canning spaghetti sauce and tomato soup to canning everything I can get my hands on. I also bake once a week.   People lay so much free food (from their gardens) on me, the only way I can think to reciprocate is to make it into something and give it back!

A year from now, I think I’ll really be living in bliss. I’ll have the fruit tree problems that plagued me this year, under control. I have so throw away a hundred pounds of peaches alone.  Next year I’ll be ready.

Oh yeah. I put in a fall crop.  Cabbage (purple and green), broccoli and cauliflower. I planted a quantity so I can give some to the neighbors.

Now compare this to my other life, with a jerk shooting up a theatre, killing twelve and maiming seventy…emergency vehicles on my street all the time, three houses on my block robbed, my kid and his friend hit on their bicycles…lady took off…constant alerts from the school, children that I knew and had at my house, visiting my son, killed or severely injured in violent accidents.  Just everything whipped into a frenzy at all times.  So this really was a Uranus Pluto transit.

Liberating transformation, that is.