I’m typing on my blackberry as I stand on the train home while I listen to the soundtrack for Bare yet again. I was discussing how we as practitioners deal with our emotions with Herbis Orbis on twitter today, and naturally my experience with EFT came up. Shivian suggested I write a blog post on EFT and my experiences with it. I of course told him it’s not likely. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say about EFT, I just don’t really have much good to say about it. More importantly, the topic only interests me tangentially.
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I haven’t posted in a few days. I was kind of busy, but I was also very lazy. Yesterday (Sunday) George and I signed our new lease. We move next Wednesday. It’s very exciting. I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking and less time actually writing. I’ve got a few things that I want to write for this, and for a few other projects. This week I hope to get some serious writing done, although a lot of it will probably be pretty boring. I want to spend some time over the summer typing my written journals up so I have them in digital format, in case something ever happens to the actual notebooks.

If you’ve ever seen my journals, you’d know that this is a daunting task. Not as daunting as it could be, I often go weeks without writing anything, so there is less than there would be if I wrote full speed on a consistent basis. Still, we’re talking about a very large volume of material to type. I’m planning on using it as an exercise to get my dvorak speed up to snuff.

I just got done sharing a very pleasant meal with Ian Phanes. We discussed a lot of things, including the Brotherhood of the Phoenix, and our various experiences in initiatory traditions, and the fine lines of honoring our oaths to those traditions. I realized during the meal that I haven’t had dinner with anyone not in my close circle of friends in a very long time. It doesn’t seem like that long, but it has to have been 18 months or more. I think I’d like to change that in the next few months.

On that note, if you read my blog or follow me on twitter, and you’d like to meet me in person I’d love to have lunch or dinner with you. If you’re ever in the neighborhood drop me a line (even a comment will do). I work in the center of Chicago, and live on the north side.

I really want to move. It’s creeping up far too quickly though. I have to get some more packing done this week, possibly even some tonight (although I have a few other priorities for tonight). The new apartment is a bit further away from the train than is ideal, but the space is gorgeous and I’m really looking forward to it. Our new landlady, Peg, is a Christian Mystic of very diverse studies and taste, and I’m kind of looking forward to seeing how our relationship with her develops.

Also, I’m hoping that she won’t have a problem with houseguests. I’d like it if John stayed with us for a while again this summer, and that’s creeping up on us very quickly. We’ll need to start talking to her about that soon to get it in the ethers.

I’m also looking forward to the move just because i’m ready for a change. We’ve been living in this apartment for two years now, and while it’s a nice place I’m a little bored of it. There are a lot of memories and occurances here, but it seems to have grown full of them. I am reminded of Stranger in a Strange Land. In one of the scenes near the end of the book someone, I believe Jubal, asks how they can stand to leave their home, their nest. One of the High Priestesses, Dawn, Patty, or maybe Jill responds to him. “Oh we’d have abandoned this nest soon anyway. It’s too full of memories and events.” Something along those lines. The idea being that the place was used up. The psychic energy of their presence (or their awareness of the past) had built to a level that was no longer entirely comfortable for them to stay there.

I feel a little like that. I feel as though we’ve filled this space up with a great deal of experiences, various room mates and friends and parties and spirits and rituals. The walls and floor vibrate with the history that I have here. And I want to move on from it. Not to leave it behind or escape it, but much like the members of the Church of All Worlds, cherishing it. I want to cherish it for what it is, and move on to a new space. A new adventure. A new cup to fill.

I’m not sure I feel comfortable with that feeling. A little bit of me thinks that it displays a type of irresponsibility. As though I’m not properly caring for the spiritual energy of the space itself. I’m not sure that’s actually the case, but it’s something I need to think about for the next week as I prepare to leave this space. Have I cared for this space well? What can I do to show my appreciation and love for the spirits of this place as I move on? How can I cultivate a healthy relationship with my new home? Just questions I’m considering now.