Part 2
Open houses on Saturdays and showings during the week and sometimes on
Sundays, that was my life. My schedule was dictated by the showings. I had to
literally work and schedule things around this huge endeavor.
Several people have told me that selling a house is one of the most
stressful and biggest things one can undertake. I mentally paused. Indeed, our
home is our safe haven. It’s literally our foundation, where about half our
lives is spent, as our beds cocoon us every night and let our bodies recover
from the day.
If we were trees, our home is equivalent to the roots. Home is
linked to the root chakra: where we feel safe and provided for, where our
bodily needs are met - eating, sleeping, loving. Home should be a place of
security, comfort and familiarity, where we nest, grow and live. It’s the floor
beneath our feet, holding the bed when we are sick and sometimes our final
resting place. They say home is where the heart is, and that is literally where
your heart is half of the time.
When I was talking to my cousin Wendy, who coincidentally is going to be
listing her house soon, she commented how this house had been good to me and
asked me if I had thanked my house. I was silent for a few seconds, thinking
about this. I did Reiki on my house to clear the energies. I anointed the air by
diffusing pure essential oils (these are the ones I use). I cleaned, vacuumed,
dusted every surface. I painted it, I improved it, I fixed it. I had poured
much love into this house, but no, I had not actually thanked “her.” The word
for house in Portuguese is feminine, so I am calling my house “her.”
I had to thank her. So, I did. I thanked her for being my home. I had
found her in disarray almost 10 years before. I had given her quite a makeover,
with many improvements over the years, and I acknowledged that more still needed
to be done. I told her that the next people who live here would hopefully
continue that task, and that she would be the haven that she had been to me for
another family. It felt good to thank her and it reminded me of Marie Kondo, when
she helps people tidy up their house on Netflix, the first thing she does is
“feel” the spirit of the home. She kneels, closes her eyes, and mentally and
spiritually connects with the house, greeting it and offering her respect for
it. In a way, even though I did not kneel when I thanked my house, I was
connecting mentally and spiritually with it, and thanking “her.”
It was not under my control when the right buyer would come along or when
I would be moving. Our plan was to explore a new area and start a new chapter
elsewhere, but first things first. Just like Julie said, there is a step for
everything in this process, and my other half said: “Patience, dear.” If only I
could muster some of that! I had to: my life depended on it.
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