I am in the process of moving my home from West Asheville to East. According to Men’s Journal, West Asheville has been dubbed one of the top 10 cities in the United States regarding quality of life. This is true, though I find it not so easy to separate West from East from South from North. We all blend together downtown. Or at least that is how I see it. And truly that is what makes something a reality. Seeing it.
Seeing it. Really, really seeing it. For instance, for the last 3 plus years I have been visiting my daughter’s family home in this house I will live in starting tomorrow.. My daughter owns this home I am moving into. She and her husband are renting it to me at a far lower number than they would get if someone else not me were to rent it. I am grateful for their generosity.
I am grateful for so much in this moment. There is a feeling of taking off into a new life. On my birthday this year I had the deep feeling, maybe knowing that I was closing the book on the first 56 years and opening it up to the next. If I live to be at least 112, I am, at minimum, half way home. I’ll be very grateful to live at least 56 more healthy and happy and peaceful and loving years, with a lot of joyful distractions thrown in.
I am grateful for life. Being alive in this moment. The love that I feel run through me in the form of a child that has somehow come through me. And continues me. Is that how we stay aware of this world, our connections in this life. So if someone really likes being around me, they will think of me long after I have moved on up or out or whatever. Outside the human existence.
Do we really believe this? And if we do, that there is another life, a God, in whatever form that God takes, no MATTER what form that God takes., well then maybe we should act like it. Like what we think God is like. And then we will all live in happiness, unless of course you believe in a God that is cruel, which I do not. I believe that whatever God is, God is benevolent and loving. Because that is who I am in my core. Pure love.
Pure love. That is what I am feeling right now. I can at least imagine deeply a connection between two people. I feel those connections daily. More every day. It seems that people are waking up at last.
Barack Obama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. That will keep him on track. He is a man of integrity and, in accepting that award, he is further committing to “we the people”. And we must hold him to it, as he has told us from the beginning. He admits he is human and that he can make mistakes and so he asks us to voice our opinion. And so I am.
Dear Mr. President. One, thank you for having the courage to take on such a responsibility. You are already amazing. Two, I hold you to taking care of the people. The people means all the people. Business, individual, rich, poor and all other distinctions between humans one might make.
And that is that. I am watching and commenting.
With deep appreciation,
Breah

And now back to the move. Here I am writing when shouldn’t I be packing? And why am I not all panicky? Isn’t that what I did in the past? Isn’t that part of moving, stressing? I’m not. I feel fine and know that all will happen as it will with my guidance finely attuned.
This house is big enough for two. Does that mean that I will have a housemate? Perhaps. Though not right away. Let the kids get settled in, have the time to get the rest of their things out of the lower level and then he moves in. I want my housemate to be a man. I like living with a man. I like the energy of a boy-man. Playful, adventurous, calm, funny, likes to watch movies with a bowl of popcorn and me and Molly and Chloe..
He must be neat and tidy, though not a neat freak. Comfortably neat and tidy. Takes care of himself and his things and has them all in perspective. He’s got a good job, a consistent job that gives me extra time to hang out now and then. He has some interest in my work and offers suggestions from time to time. He listens. He is open to exchange with me and likes it. Seeks it out.
He has his own world of which he invites me in. I invite him into mine. He is someone I trust hanging out with my grandchildren. Though probably won’t let that happen. Not unless there is a group of them. I just want to know that I can run an errand and trust him with my dogs and my grandkids.
It’d be great if he likes to garden and is good at it. And cook too. Food I like. And a bike. He should have a bike. We occasionally bike to the movies. Bookstore.

So I put out the call. I am looking for a housemate of impeccable spirit. Starting when? I don’t know right now. Maybe after the holidays? Or before would be fine. Maybe he moves in after the holidays or right before new years eve…hmm. That sounds right. Starting the year off with a housemate. That sounds right.
And now I must really get back to the move. I spent an hour talking to my youngest daughter who is making some big plans for her life. She is a courageous woman and she is beginning to look at herself differently, like of course she can do it, because she is.
All three of my children are courageous and smart and intuitive. I admire all very much and learn from at least one of them daily.
Now. I go. Pack boxes full of stuff.
Take care of you…Breah