So Kathleen and I got the keys to our new home yesterday and met together at our new house. By the time I got inside, I was relieved to be in something of my own and almost viewing it as a safe haven.
You see, I had just been yelled at by my old apartment building's management because I was "moving" stuff without pre-arranging AND moving on a Sunday. What this "moving" consisted of was giving Angela a cart-load of stuff I was donating. But we got in trouble anyway, and my landlord will likely get fined because of it. Ughhh. How stupid. I hate all those silly rules of an apartment building that make life so difficult. While the lady was yelling at me, she did make some good points, though – saying that there are hundreds of people in the building who are disturbed when people move and that is why these "moves" must be in specific, scheduled times. I guess it makes sense but makes my life so much more difficult – I was hoping to move a little each day until the Big Move on Saturday (which I HAVE scheduled as my move-out day).
So what could be worse than breaking the rules, pissing everyone off, and moving on a Sunday? Well, if you can imagine it………I did it. I moved a bunch of stuff this morning. So what is worse than a Sunday move? A move at 5am on Monday! I just wasn't thinking; I swear I didn't do it on purpose! I just woke up and was too excited to do my yoga/meditation routine, so started packing up stuff for the new house. And me being the typical "Slavic" scheming individual, I creatively thought up a way to get around the "rules" by stuffing everything into my suitcases, thus hiding the fact that I was "moving". Well, as though it weren't bad enough already, I make it even worse….. For some reason (I just wasn't thinking straight at 5am!), I decided to move my kitchen stuff. So, at 5am on Monday, I started packing up all my POTS AND PANS, UTENSILS, and APPLIANCES. Oh my God, they made a lot of noise. After a while, even I became a bit worried about waking up the neighbors. By then it was too late, and I just finished.
Then I wheeled my suitcases (stuffed with kitchen ware) downstairs, past the 74-yr old desk clerk (who was glaring at me but too shy to say anything), sheepishly skirting outside to my car. I think it's safe to say, though, that my landlord will get fined – AGAIN.
But, it ends well. I drove over to my new house. Dropped off my stuff. Figured out the alarm system. Meditated on my new coach for a bit, inaugurating the room. And asked for forgiveness for my actions!!!!
Now, the question is……….do I continue packing this way? Getting my landlord fined? Or just give up, and wait until Saturday? I have this itching burning desire to move in, but I guess it can wait. Ughhhhhh, maybe this is my first lesson to learn. To become patient. Damn, I knew choosing "Kali" as our house patron was gonna be trouble! ;)
P. S.
Yes, Kali is our house patron and if you don't know anything about her, read below:
In union with Lord Siva, who is said to be her spouse, she creates and destroys worlds.
The figure of Kali conveys death, destruction, fear, and the consuming aspects of reality. The sadhaka boldly seeks to confront Kali, and thereby assimilates and transforms her into a vehicle of salvation. The Tantric approach to Kali is to display courage by confronting her on cremation grounds in the dead of night, despite her terrible appearance. The goal of the devotee is to become reconciled with the dark side of life (suffering, death and destruction) and to learn acceptance of the way things are. Kali is said to not give what is expected. To the devotee, it is perhaps her very refusal to do so that enables her devotees to reflect on dimensions of themselves and of reality that go beyond the material world.
In her most famous pose as Daksinakali, it is said that Kali, becoming drunk on the blood of her victims on the battlefield, dances with destructive frenzy. In her fury she fails to see the body of her husband Siva who lies among the corpses on the battlefield. Ultimately the cries of Shiva attract Kali's attention, calming her fury.
Kali first appears in the Rig Veda, not as that of a goddess, but as that of the black tongue of the seven flickering tongues of Agni, the Hindu god of fire. She is also described in the Devi Mahatmya (also known as the Chandi or the Durgasaptasati) from the Markandeya Purana, circa 300-600CE, where she is said to have emanated from the brow of the goddess Durga, a slayer of demons or avidya, during one of the battles between the divine and anti-divine forces. In this context, Kali is considered the 'forceful' form of the great goddess Durga.
At the dissolution of things, it is Kala [Time] Who will devour all, and by reason of this He is called Mahakala [an epithet of Lord Shiva], and since Thou devourest Mahakala Himself, it is Thou who art the Supreme Primordial Kalika. Because Thou devourest Kala, Thou art Kali, the original form of all things, and because Thou art the Origin of and devourest all things Thou art called the Adya [primordial Kali]. Resuming after Dissolution Thine own form, dark and formless, Thou alone remainest as One ineffable and inconceivable. Though having a form, yet art Thou formless; though Thyself without beginning, multiform by the power of Maya, Thou art the Beginning of all, Creatrix, Protectress, and Destructress that Thou art. ---Mahanirvana-tantra
Kali, the Black Goddess of Yore 
