By Marjorie Young

Very recently I found myself encountering the ‘delights’ of moving to a new home after the owner of my long-time residence sold the building to developers. I was determined to stay in the neighborhood…that it worked out was a ‘lucky accident’ indeed, involving a confluence of events.

It was a Sunday, when I do psychic readings at the Ballard Sunday Market. Before going, I normally walk my neighbor’s Husky. This particular morning, however, she was inside the house rather than in the yard as usual. Unable to walk her, I headed to the Market. After setting up and settling in, it began to rain. As my spot offers no shelter, I was forced to pack up and trudge home in the downpour. Since I was already drenched, I decided to fetch Kiska and give her a belated outing. We strolled to the corner and turned…to encounter neighbors lugging belongings out of their apartment. ‘We’re moving,” they reported. “Can I see your place?” I immediately inquired. They showed me around…it seemed ideal. I didn’t hesitate to obtain their landlord’s number, call him, and lay quick claim to the newly vacant spot…moving in a month later. I marveled that, had I not been rained out…had I walked the dog earlier…I likely would have missed out on snagging the highly desirable digs. There was an element of being ‘guided’ for which I was very grateful.

Of course, I faced the daunting process of sorting through everything I owned to decide what to take with me. It’s bewildering how possessions seem to multiply in the recesses of closets and drawers! Still, as my nephew Michael often advises, I used the ‘reframing’ technique…tuning a chore into an opportunity to start afresh.

This enterprise caused me to reflect that we all accumulate ‘unwanted baggage’ we take with us wherever we go; often emotional rather than physical. My friend ‘Laura’ is a good example. She recently lost her mother to illness. Since her Mom lived in Santa Fe, she repeatedly took time off from work to visit and when things took a turn for the worse, Laura obtained a leave of absence to be with her. One day, she and her sister were slightly delayed getting to the hospital, only to find that their mother had passed on just moments before.

Now, several months later, Laura remains devastated that she wasn’t with her mother when she died. That she had spent weeks by her side, and had come regularly in previous months, seemed to count for nothing. Even the loving relationship they’d always shared proved for naught. Only that instant when her mother departed this life seemed to matter.

Personally, I find this outlook foolish and regrettable…not to say illogical. Moreover, as a psychic medium, I often contact those on the ‘other side’ who could care less about such ‘trivia.’ In fact, they often chide loved ones for wallowing in nonsensical regrets. In most cases, ‘crossing over’ is a joyous, liberating experience. The last thing they hope to leave behind are weeping, guilt-ridden mourners.

Clearly, regret and negativity are not as easily discarded as a long-forgotten sweater in the bottom of a drawer. Yet, from time to time it’s useful to take stock of what we bring with us, leaving behind what is detrimental to our peace and happiness. If only we could call Goodwill to haul our dark thoughts away! But it remains a worthwhile task and cleaning up ‘clutter’ is always satisfying and rewarding in the end.

Marjorie is available for readings at the Ballard Sunday Market, her Ballard home, or by phone.
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