Following on the heels of leavetaking, with something akin to giving birth inbetween.

There are two kinds of witches: those who move into a new place and set up their computers first, and those who set up bookshelves. I am one of the latter.

Moving from one place into another is much like a birth – a radical transition marking the beginning of a new life, physically demanding, mentally and emotionally draining. Both involve the moving of large objects through small openings, often painfully. And then there is a reordering in which the crisis-chaos is resolved and a new kind of order restored. Like leavetaking, it happens on a physical and an energetic level, and it is the energy of chaos that can be disturbing. The ordering of physical objects in to appropriate and functional places both directs and grounds the chaos energy.

Throughout this labour, the elder trees a few hundred metres from the house have been in bloom, and I made a point just before the full moon to visit them and introduce myself to the Genii of the trees. I took a few token inflorescences, to let them know there is someone new in the neighborhood, someone who both knows and appreciates their virtues. I’ll get to the other plants in the area as I get a chance, but the Elder Mothers needed to be acknowledged as soon as I set foot in the new place.

Organizing books onto shelves is mentally and physically challenging, forcing reflection upon what is deemed essential and important, and what must be let go, considering the painfully finite nature of bookshelves and space in which to put them. It is also like renewing old friendships as each book is taken in hand and appreciated, some long unread but still familiar. A reckoning is made as to the importance and place of each in the new space, and in the new life. Even more significant is when individual collections merge to form a new one, new books never before read, new categories, new interests and new priorities.

Work spaces will be next, with many projects, ethereal and physical to be completed.

Like a birth, pacing is crucial. To exhaust oneself before the completion of the transition is to invite disaster. So tonight I take a breather from the books and write a blog entry instead.

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