Sunday Musings – November 1, 2020
Packing
Beginning today I will say the last of my face to face goodbyes and make the final decisions about what to pack to take with me to my new home in Tulsa, Oklahoma and what to leave behind. Both when saying goodbye to those in the Wheeling/Pittsburgh area and when packing I am deciding what to take with me and what to leave behind.
I am leaving behind a major chapter of my life. In fact, with the exception of a two year stay in Florida, I have spent almost exactly one half of my life journey to date in the Wheeling/Pittsburgh area.
For the first time since 1974 I will leave behind a close relationship with the Ohio River. I am also leaving behind some works of art, some furniture, and other objects which hold memories of the cradle which has been my home. I love the fact that many of these items are with individuals who will cherish them and be reminded of our shared journey. Most of all I am leaving behind years of being unconditionally loved, challenged to move beyond what I thought was my best, and countless hours of the illusion of being a teacher when I was actually always the student.
In nearly 40 years I have collected many spiritual lessons, more than a few heartbreaks, tons of love, thousands of dance steps, amazing moments of shared music, mind and soul tickling experiences with works of art, hundreds, if not thousands, of bike miles, and many hours of being cradled by hills and mountains. I have shared countless meals in restaurants, the homes of others and my home. We have fed each other’s physical, emotional and spiritual bodies.
I have packed books, art, many kitchen items, clothes, music, and a few pieces of furniture. These will carry the memories - all the gifts – which I will present as an offering to new experiences with people, places and objects in Tulsa. Some will marry and later split off to start their own journey much as our children do. Some will keep bringing me back to center, reminding me that each moment, each day is a new opportunity; an opportunity for joy, grief, mourning, hope, listening and laughter; an opportunity to learn from Mother Nature to be more accepting of my humanness, the humanness of others and our important but temporary place in the magic of the universe(s).
I leave with enormous gratitude, the humility of knowing how often I have failed to be my best self and the knowledge of what some called grace otherwise known as unconditional love.
As Porky Pig on Looney Tunes would say, “That’s all Folks”. At least all for today.
Written November 1, 2020
Jimmy F Pickett
coachpickett.org
Packing
Beginning today I will say the last of my face to face goodbyes and make the final decisions about what to pack to take with me to my new home in Tulsa, Oklahoma and what to leave behind. Both when saying goodbye to those in the Wheeling/Pittsburgh area and when packing I am deciding what to take with me and what to leave behind.
I am leaving behind a major chapter of my life. In fact, with the exception of a two year stay in Florida, I have spent almost exactly one half of my life journey to date in the Wheeling/Pittsburgh area.
For the first time since 1974 I will leave behind a close relationship with the Ohio River. I am also leaving behind some works of art, some furniture, and other objects which hold memories of the cradle which has been my home. I love the fact that many of these items are with individuals who will cherish them and be reminded of our shared journey. Most of all I am leaving behind years of being unconditionally loved, challenged to move beyond what I thought was my best, and countless hours of the illusion of being a teacher when I was actually always the student.
In nearly 40 years I have collected many spiritual lessons, more than a few heartbreaks, tons of love, thousands of dance steps, amazing moments of shared music, mind and soul tickling experiences with works of art, hundreds, if not thousands, of bike miles, and many hours of being cradled by hills and mountains. I have shared countless meals in restaurants, the homes of others and my home. We have fed each other’s physical, emotional and spiritual bodies.
I have packed books, art, many kitchen items, clothes, music, and a few pieces of furniture. These will carry the memories - all the gifts – which I will present as an offering to new experiences with people, places and objects in Tulsa. Some will marry and later split off to start their own journey much as our children do. Some will keep bringing me back to center, reminding me that each moment, each day is a new opportunity; an opportunity for joy, grief, mourning, hope, listening and laughter; an opportunity to learn from Mother Nature to be more accepting of my humanness, the humanness of others and our important but temporary place in the magic of the universe(s).
I leave with enormous gratitude, the humility of knowing how often I have failed to be my best self and the knowledge of what some called grace otherwise known as unconditional love.
As Porky Pig on Looney Tunes would say, “That’s all Folks”. At least all for today.
Written November 1, 2020
Jimmy F Pickett
coachpickett.org
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