Samain Moving Moon
Can you feel the shift? The wind has started blowing from the east, giving us lift. No matter now the final bits of packing, the papers, the plans. The momentum has begun to take us, all the work past or almost past and nothing but future lies ahead.
It’s heady. Creates a swooning sensation, a bit giddy. When Brian, our window washer, loaded up the Simplicity Landlord lawn tractor into his trailer, he said, “I’ll bet you guys are ready to go?” Oh. Yeah. Replying to him carried me into the future for a moment, desire collapsing the days. “Yep. We are.”
The liminal field in which we have lived for the last seven months has begun to fade away. We are living the move. No longer living in the move.
The circus tent has two main tents collapsed, one folded up and headed for the truck, another ready. The third won’t go down until this house sells, but the roustabouts have their instructions. They will know when to strike it and get it loaded. The circus will have to do with only two rings for a short time. It will manage.