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I am picking fights with everyone, including and most disturbingly, with myself. Beyond a certain sense of ennui, I am prickly and raw to the touch. I am profoundly aware that there is something out of kilter with my universe yet there is no evidence to support that theory.

If children go through stages and growth spurts, why did I think it would end when I grew up? That’s exactly what this is, the terrible-twos, the awkward pre-teens, the reckless twenties, all rolled into a bad attitude I am not finding attractive in myself. Is there a stage of life called the “itchy sixties?”

My house needs a huge cleaning, literally and figuratively. Closets should be purged of cast-off clothes drooping from tired metal hangers. Corners should be swept of thin cobwebs and drawers should be emptied of useless clutter. There’s a restless prevailing wind, as Hanni pointed out to me today. “When I’m home, I want to be out doing anything. When I am out, I just want to be home.” So at least I comfort myself that it is not just me.

Others are commenting on a sense of discomfort. The shortness of daylight leaves everyone tired. Dark mornings make it harder to throw back the covers and greet the day. It could be the change of season. A quick look back through the boxes of my journals might point me toward an answer about seasonal shifts in my mood; if only I could sit still long enough to do the research. I wonder if it is environmental? Are folk in Australian, who are experiencing Spring, feeling this oddness? If I combine the factors of age, season, phase of the moon or whatever, it still leaves me wondering

As the leaves are turning crisp and carpeting the world outside, new leaves are unfurling inside the house. Perhaps this is my metaphor for life at the moment…


The cyclical nature of the universe is closely linked with the impermanence of all things and situations. The Buddha made this a central part of his teaching. All conditions are highly unstable and in constant flux, or, as he put it, impermanence is characteristic of every condition, every situation you will ever encounter in your life. It will change, disappear, or no longer satisfy you.”  Elkhart Tolle from THE POWER OF NOW


16 comments on “Transformation…

  1. Great quote. Chaos is the only order. ….go outside. We’ll be trapped inside soon enough and forced to deal with all that mess. Escape while you can HA HA

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    1. Escape is perfect, Phil. Escape your mind and that niggling voice, escape the chores looming! Thanks!

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  2. Even in a place without much seasonal change, I still have seasons of my own. Ride that wave of life.

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    1. A wave is the perfect metaphor, Susan. The “ebb” isn’t a “down” unless you can’t see the “flow.”

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  3. julieallyn says:

    I have typically been very much a ‘clothes horse’ and rarely passed up an opportunity to add to my collection. Of late, however, I find myself thinking ‘Julie, you have way too many clothes’.

    My house had become increasingly cluttered and needs some TLC. And I’m somewhat surprised to not really care as much about that as I once did.

    Just too many other things I would rather do and spend my money and time on.

    Maybe just a shifting of our priorities as we age and wisen?

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    1. That, my dear Julie is the answer, “…a shifting of our priorities…” So glad I’m not alone with the dust-bunnies of life right now!

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  4. Touring NH says:

    Out of sorts is a way of life for me this time of year. I’m like Hanni, not happy inside or out. I think in part, it’s the knowledge of the impending winter. So much to do and never enough time. Hope you find your happy self when you clean out the cobwebs.

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    1. Hope you arrived safely and found your happy with your dad in sunny FL, Laura. Missing you already.


  5. It sounds like the winter doldrums. Maybe it’s time for a sunny vacation.

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    1. Or just finding the sun once a day and that being enough. Thank you NHGS/Allen


  6. cheryl622014 says:

    I’m there… totally!

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    1. Good to know one is not alone, Cheryl. Thank you.


  7. SingingTuna says:

    “Is there a stage of life called the ‘itchy sixties?’ ”
    Must be, I’m in it, too, although “itchy” is a little mild for what I’m feeling. Vile moods linger. But my clothes are a triumph. I gave them all away to charities when I lost my job. Now I have sweats, sufficient for a few days, then into the wash. One pair of shoes, sneaks. The house is another matter. ::sigh:: Your vertical challenges are tough; I sympathize. Mine are different, but affect housework in bad ways.

    Hormones, the seasons, age, the state of things in general? No idea.
    Thank you for sharing this. It’s nice to know that none of us is alone, scratching away in the dark.

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    1. Why thank you and welcome SingingTuna! None of us is alone. That my friend is a singular truth.


  8. Marie Keates says:

    I think Autumn is like that. The summer is behind and the winter ahead, apart from the leaves it has little to offer.

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    1. I think of it as a season of dying Marie, things die off and rest before the renewal in Spring. So much like life, right?

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