A sigh and an echo

Have you ever been in such a quiet place that you could feel or sense your own pulse?  It is the sense of feeling the blood flowing through your body. Life running through your veins. You touch your wrist and feel the movement of life.

As I sat in our home today and watched the movers move the furniture and boxes out and onto the truck, I felt the pulse of the home. I felt the life blood of us racing through the walls. I know it sounds odd but who can say not. Friends came over. They did what friends do. They helped, shared, laughed and teared up. How does a home do that?

As the last piece of us left the homestead, I felt two things. I heard the home sigh. Yes, sigh. It was letting go. Letting go of us. But then I heard an echo. I called out to one of the movers about the last piece being taken out to the truck and my voice echoed in the home.

We were slowly leaving. The us in everything in there was leaving and my voice echoed through the home. I thought about it afterward. Did I hear a sigh? I did. Did I hear an echo? I did.  I think that is the home’s way of getting ready for the next chapter.And so here we are.  After everyone left, I went from room to room and said thank you. We remain as we move on. The next chapter begins for us and her.

Feelings are ageless. Life is ageless. Sigh and move forward. I just love life.

The ageless experiment.