Like a weaver I have rolled up my life....
We sold off some things we had acquired over the year at a garage sale (boy are Persians hard bargainers!). The rest of the stuff goes to friends here who can use it or charity shops and much of the household stuff will go to the boys' swimming coach who is setting up in his first apartment away from his mom and dad when he starts his postgrad studies this Fall. At least that's one trip to Ikea he won't have to make.
As a spiritual exercise it has much to commend it:
"Don't need it"
"What about this?"
This stripping ourselves of our material possessions and saying goodbye to the people we have grown to know and love here is (and I am not over-dramatising, I hope) akin to the process many of my patients go through when they know they are dying.
Like much else here, it has been good for the soul.
Deo gratias for our year in BC and for a glimpse of Sister Death.
Laudato si mi Signore, per sora nostra Morte corporale,
da la quale nullu homo uiuente pò skappare:
guai a quelli ke morrano ne le peccata mortali;
beati quelli ke trouarà ne le Tue sanctissime uoluntati,
ka la morte secunda no 'l farrà male.