The Worst Move Ever

Spring the time of year that I have said good bye to too many people. With great difficulty I have learned mindfulness as a way to cope. Mindfulness is far better for my health than eating a case of frozen Twinkies or drinking myself silly.
Last November I went thru a horrendous move. I am grateful for all the help I received from friends and family.
On a cold rainy Sunday a chat with Igal helped me get thru the last of the move. On the day we moved the chickens, I had no more energy but had to keep going. Igal was with me in the truck. The chickens were in a dog carrier in the back seat making a ruckus. The chicken coop was perched over the truck bed. I was telling him that this move rated up there as the worst move, second only to the mudslide. I asked Igal what was his worst move was and he told me this story. His parents where dissidents. That he was born in KGB prison. That when he was a little kid the KGB came in the middle of the night and put them on a plane to Israel. Igal talked about how hard it was to be in Israel where he didn’t speak the language. Isolated and alone. Well I wasn’t alone. I had friends and family to help with my move. The chickens got moved.
Before Peter went to work he gave Igal a list of things we had to do to settle the chickens in. Like put up a new fence for the chicken yard. Igal kept track of everything. Everything was completed.
Our discussion gave me the energy to practice mindfulness and complete the move and not fall down into the mud pit with Jeremiah my favorite cranky prophet.