We are moving.  In the thick of sifting, culling, releasing, saving, organizing, packing, unpacking.  We are between two houses – straddling.  It is awkward and at the same time exhilarating.  We have known this was coming for a long time.

Actually, when we moved from Martha’s Vineyard, it took more than one tractor trailer to move us.  Stuff had to be ferried down our narrow sand road (between two wetlands) out onto the main road to the BIG TRUCK.  Then ferried across the Vineyard Sound and Massachusetts to the farthest edge of Connecticut.  I started culling then, but things have a way of coming in the door and piling up nonetheless.

This move should feel simple by comparison. In some ways it does.  We know the area.  We have the luxury of moving over the period of a month.  However, we are leaving a house that is full of memory and feeling: our daughters, our granddaughter, and the many animals who have left us  -Pachi, Abijah, Gordita, Jules, Liam, Nikita.  A wedding, our civil ceremony that had to happen when we moved.  Dances that have been made here, art that has been created.  New directions in work and love.

At the new house, yesterday they spray foamed what will be my new movement studio.  Our contractor managed to save the beautiful mahogany floor that was there so we can reuse it.  Pam’s studio is plumbed.  The dog fence is going up.  My Aunt Pearl’s peonies from Sioux Falls have been transplanted.  Very soon we will all transit:  Cho, Guinnie, Hentri, Sadie Mae, Eli, Mamacita, Maggie, Talullah, Precious, Bella, Ivy, Pam and Paula.  Waving goodbye, waving hello.