Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need, a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.
Jerome K. Jerome
I am a mom … a single mom, now … actually, a single parent. Officially, for the last two years, but really since the beginning. This blue house has been my home for the last 12 years or so. I have lived here longer than I have lived anywhere. It is the only place my eight year old daughter has ever lived. After 11 years of marriage, a two year separation, a four day court battle (yes, it was a battle which required the full armor), and the enduring of wrongings … we must leave. I was not awarded the “marital residence.”
The ex was asked in court on the stand to share his thoughts about selling this home and his feelings about his daughter having to leave this home, her garden, her friends, the girl next door … asked specifically, “Are you ok with that?” … he responded, “Yes, she can make another garden and other friends. There are consequences when things like this happen.” Consequences … so true … well, he was under oath. We lost the house, the car, the camper … he lost both of us.
The Judge, in his compassionate mercy, gave us a year in the blue house. Rumi gently encourages us, “You have escaped the cage, your wings are stretched out. Now fly.”
We have been given the audacious freedom to boldly claim the better future that God has promised awaits us. We’re charting a course in the direction of healing, restoration, belonging, connection, peace, love, and abundance in all its forms.
And … this home. This blue house has protected and nurtured us, witnessed the sacred joy and the solemn sadness, the trespasses and the blessings. Parting is such sweet sorrow and it will be hard to say good bye, but still … I hope. I hope that sorrowful parting will, like Shakespeare says, “bring pleasure.” A new thing has sprung up in our lives. A way has been made in the wilderness and streams are flowing in the wasteland (Isaiah 43:19). This is The Path and we will walk in it (Isaiah 30:21).
I hope I offer something here that will help someone out there.
I hope someone out there can offer something that will help me and others here.
I hope we can reciprocate in generous and courageous communion facilitated by Grace.
I hope to have Faith in what will be. And …
I hope this is a sufficiently humble benediction, adequate gratitude, for the blessings we have received and those yet to come from A Year in the Blue House.