A few weeks ago my son moved into his new home. My excitement over this big event in the family was increased considerably by the fact that much of our basement was stacked to the rafters with boxes and furniture for months prior, and was emptied out as part of the move. I am always struck by the effect of clutter in my personal space on my mental state. Even more pronounced is the way such transitions seem to come in bunches of synchronicity. In this case, the timing of the clear out is neatly contained within the final stages of the book edit resulting in a huge shift in my sense of urgency to a more relaxed Summer Season attitude.
The rush of the move has given way to a slower paced arranging of furniture and unpacking of boxes. I have been visiting frequently and helping my grandson plant his container garden, and tossing out the gradually emptied cardboard boxes. As far as my publishing efforts, things are taking their own pace, and there is only so much I can do to expedite before I get the book copies in my hands. These shifting energies sometimes build up to anxiety about all that could or should be done to expedite the project(s), but I try to slow my thoughts and just appreciate the sense of "space between."