Moving is annoying and cool for one reason: it makes you purge. Because I only had a couple weeks to prepare for my move, I didn't get to go through everything I needed to get through. I did a whole helluva lot, but now as I set up my new house, as I unpack, I am purging even more now. I now have several more give-away boxes.
Along with trash and donations I am also finding little gems like the one I just found that prompted this post. A nearly illegible note that I had scrawled on an envelope several years ago. It was a note I had taken during a conversation with my grandmother at the end of her life, when she was in and out of clarity, and seemed to be spending a good deal of her awake time in a very happy, though not earthly plain.
I remember grabbing the envelope and pen as if it happened only hours ago. She had just made me laugh really hard. I remember thanking her for always making me laugh. She replied:
"I had to make you laugh. It's not from me, you know. It's from somebody you love. I'm talking about God."
I very nearly threw this envelope away. I'm glad I was really taking my time and going through this lot of stuff with a fine tooth comb. Sometimes quiet and calm pays off big. And, sometimes the pain of moving has many hidden gifts.