for sale.
Well, it’s up. The sign. It went up Friday afternoon, a rush job because I was desperate to get it in the ground before the full Aquarius moon, a blessing moon, ripened the sky, i wanted to catch that energy like a surfer catches the wave and I had to get it before it went to shore. By Friday early evening we had three appointments to show the next day. We weren’t going to show it until Sunday, at the first open house.
On Friday evening my man and I went outside with Saint Jospeh, the Worker, the Father of Jesus, the partner of Mother Mary, in our hands. We looked up at the waxing moon, so huge with a glowing fog settling in around it and we gave some thanks. We dug a hole right next to the For Sale sign, a foot deep into the hard desert earth, and placed St. Joe in there, head down. I felt a little bad about this, sorta disrespectful, but all the old school Catholic ladies in my life said: upside down, it motivates him to sell it for you, he wants to get back out, rightside up.
So as we placed him in there, facing East, towards the rising sun, we asked him to guide the perfect buyers to our house so we could take him out and place him in a place of honor at our new home and Bill upped the anty: i’ll tatto you on my right arm, opposite Fudo Myo (Divinity of Fire). Inside we lit a candle next to a Mary statue we have, and will do so every night until her man gets out of the ground.
Our open house on Sunday brought through more people than our agent has seen at any of her open houses’ in 6 months. Each and every person raved about the house; the floors, the built-ins, the colors, the over-all feeling of the house. A man left and brought back his wife.
When we got home after the open house was over, I saged the whole place. Walking through every nook and cranny and waved my wand of sweet white herb. A bunch of strangers walking through my space unnerved me a bit; but then I realized, I am letting go of this space. Energetically, physically, I am letting go and the invitation is out. I am asking for this.
And so I sit here, early this morning, looking out my kitchen at the array of hummingbirds that stop at the tree outside my house. The windows so clean they sparkle, something I have never seen before here. Barely looks like my windows. The sills are stark white, not a bit of sticky oatmeal finger remnant. The yard totally absent of dog shit or toys thrown across the grass. This isn’t my house anymore. If I wanted to keep my house this way, I’d be cleaning ALL day long, telling my kids not to touch things or play with things. But we have made this house a home. Mia took her first step here. A baby was conceived and born here. Another baby made here. Parties have been thrown here. Toddler masterpieces have been painted made here. Record albums produced here. Words have been written here. Cakes and cookies baked, soups and sauces stirred. Fights and screaming and crying and loving and hugging and dancing and stretching have been practiced here. Friends have slept here. Home.
And I cry. I sit here and cry because this house has been so good, the walls so strong, the foundation so firm. It has watched us become a family. And I thank it. I will miss it. I feel it turning into someone elses space, and of course, that has been the plan the whole time, the whole three years. Visions, as usual, come into realness.
Here is my house, a virtual tour! I love the agents silly tags for my house. Urban Modern?? How funny! I have always felt it to be thrid word shack, and happy to have it as that! Now it’s a grown-up house.
Bless you and your home. It indeed houses so many memories…and you will be missed. But somewhere in WA another person puts their lovely home for sale, hoping that a beautiful family will choose it as their own and make their own memories. A new home awaits you!
XOXO
Comment by Leigh — July 30, 2007 @ 3:35 pm
MB, your house looks beautiful. I’m torn, I want it to sell quickly because that’s what you want, but I want to keep you around as long as possible.
Comment by Doulala — July 30, 2007 @ 5:32 pm
Oh MB, I so empahtize with your emotions. Just went through this all myself, as you know. I cried, too. It’s as though your life flashes before your eyes, all the memories of it enclosed within the space of those LOVELY walls…but as Leigh said, there is a new home out there, waiting for you; you just don’t know it yet. Imagine the life you will be living one year from now? Glorious! As for your sweet home: it’s perfect. And, soul sister, you seem to love RED just as much as I do - I must make you a piece of jewelry. I have these wonderful beads right now — you’ll have to e-mail me your addy! Best of luck in the sale - I so hope it goes to someone wonderful, quickly
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Comment by Joanna — July 30, 2007 @ 6:59 pm
Your home is so lovely. I loved all the red too — just diggin’ that root chakra energy!
Every time we make a change it’s hard, even if the change is for the better. I hope your house sells soon, to someone who will love it as much, if not more, than you.
Comment by gearhead mama — July 31, 2007 @ 1:01 am
MB,
This spoke me so much, all of it: the heartfelt and mindful preparation as you prepare your home to be bought, Jo in the ground upside down, the good vibes your home is obviously putting out there as so many want to come and see, and the letting go. My heart center ached a bit. It is all so much as it should be and also it is heart aching. We love and create home
and family and then we leave so another can come.
This is the great story, the one true story, in so many ways. Blessings to you as you live it out in this very real and tangible and symbolic way.
my heart is full for you,
Isabel
Comment by bella — July 31, 2007 @ 5:46 pm
what a beautiful home. we aren’t close to putting ours up for sale yet, but i can totally understand the mixed feelings about it.
i had to LOL at st. joseph in the ground, especially since it’s you doing it. that’s something my mom (big time catholic) would do and tell me to do if we were selling ours too. of course i’d probably do it too, cuz it can’t hurt, right?
i hope you don’t have to wait long for the right people to come along.
Comment by amygeekgrl — July 31, 2007 @ 11:57 pm
I can’t believe you are leaving that house for greenergrass
Comment by lisalove — August 3, 2007 @ 7:32 am
I love this post! It gave me goosebumps. But then I’m such a phlegmatic, how could it not? The feeling of life lived in this space so eloquently shared. Much love, marianne
Comment by Marianne — August 4, 2007 @ 5:44 pm
Hi. I just heard that when you want to sell your house, you bury St. Joseph head down, but also facing AWAY from the house. Just hoping this is how you buried him since I know you’re anxious to sell sell sell. Love you and miss you tons. Can you please post or send more pregnancy photos?
Comment by Courtney Stuart-Alban — August 22, 2007 @ 3:05 am