Beltane Emergence Moon
More sorting, moving, discarding. Kate cleans and organizes, I move things, applying what muscle I have to the work. Today I began dismantling the five-stall dog feeding station that we used when our pack was at its largest, ten years or so ago. The dogs would come out, go in their individual stalls, I would lock them in and then pour out their food into bowls. The stalls kept feeding dish aggression to a minimum. We haven’t used it for a long time, but when we had the most dogs we needed it.
Jon built it and he did a careful, thorough job, as a Johnson (Kate’s side of his family) would. Since he used mostly screws, the taking apart is less destruction and more deconstruction. Very literary.
We’re at it, pushing the tasks ahead at a reasonable pace, gaining momentum as we go, each task accomplished making the next one that much easier. And, our load is lighter. The stuff has thinned already and we haven’t even moved inside yet.
We have our differences, mostly about the sequence in which things need to get done, but we negotiate those. These tasks are keeping me in the now. I’m present to and inhabiting the move.
