Consolidation is the Military Term for “Mopping Up” resistance after a heavy assault. This is the stage that I find myself in following the move of house. The Heavy Assault or “Final Push” in question was the two sheds which had been my domain for pretty much two years, and which were the last things to be moved. I say they were my domain, but due to heavy rain and lack of power, I didn’t visit them as often as I would’ve liked to. I know that I run the MINIMALISM Column on here, but lets just say it took me three days of hard work to empty these two sheds!

One of the sheds, in which my Wand-Making stores were quite happily seasoning with children’s bikes on top of them was relatively easy to empty, as it was basically only long enough to store a mountain bike in. The problem was the big shed, and I now know that there is a similarity between goldfish and spiders – both will grow to a size relative to their living environment, but only one is pleasing to look at and doesn’t frighten the excrement out of you when you move a box!

So with hands gloved lest an arachnid took a liking to my fingers, I opened the big shed….Now I remember in the Summer (or as it was here – the brightest time that it was raining!) I had to leave the shed door open because I saw that a Cat (my kind of Totem animal) had got inside. Well guess what was starting to smell funky! The shed had become a dumping ground for empty appliance boxes, and in this case the TV box had been a good litter tray for the cat to take a dump in! Nicely fossilized! After getting rid of the empty boxes (which we had saved in case we moved, but hey!) I discovered that my Spirit Animal had relieved itself in a box of sentimental trinkets and had carefully wet on a large bin liner full of other precious stuff, whilst still maintaining the structural integrity of said bag so a pocket of what I had assumed was a leak in the roof and had gone black, was in fact concentrated urine. Luckily, this did not get on me!

So after getting rid of some precious memories – I pulled back a couple of boxes to find ….. A small chest of drawers that I had forgotten about completely and of course the handles fell off the drawers as I tried to open them! All of this stuff was being transported between houses in the back of our car, and dumped in the new garage as time was running out and we had to get the keys back to the owners. Now I am finishing off the sorting out process – dumping old bills and suchlike. Putting my books in order in the various collection of shelving that I now own.

This all feels great, but can be a little overwhelming – its quite intense dealing with things that you’ve invested time and memories in. But the Energy of this place is something else and after feeling like a nomad for so long, its exciting to think that things that I have carried for so long can finally be unboxed!

May you all find this feeling too.

Blessings and Namaste