Being at One with a Cupboard

Recently I was presented with an impossible task. I decided I wanted to rearrange an entire room. The floor is made from paving bricks and as such is not nice and smooth and the rearranging I wanted to do involved moving a very heavy, old art-deco cupboard with leadlight panels to the other side of the room as well as moving an old iron, hospital type bed to the other side of the room. Also a very large bookshelf also had to be moved and placed opposite to where it currently was.

On top of the iron bed was a very large stack of objects, which included books and CD's which, just by themselves very pretty heavy too.

I tried firstly to move the cupboard. It was an impossible task. It was well and truly wedged between bricks on the floor. Such things can be very exasperating when you live in the middle of nowhere by yourself and you have old bones. I had a couple more tries - but on both occasions failed to move the cupboard even a millimeter.

I was so very disappointed that my creativity had been stymied by intransigent pieces of furniture.

Then I had a kind of an idea. I thought about those monks who can break bricks into two pieces with their bare hands and I thought it must be possible to somehow move this furniture.

I had a kind of brainstorm where I imagined that instead of being me (a) exerting force on the cupboard (b), therefore a + b = cupboard moved, I should instead merge with the cupboard exerting no force at all on (b), but instead I should become (a). It worked.

I was so very happy. The cupboard moved so very effortlessly, as did also the bed and the shelf.

I was not sore or aching afterwards either.

I was very impressed with my apparent new psychic skill and later when I was telling my daughter (who I expected to, at the very least, be just a little impressed and/or surprised and congratulate me didn't flinch or react at all to my story. "How do you think I moved your (automatic) car uphill out of the driveway by myself?" she said to me.

Ho hum.

There's been a 'bit' of 'shape-shifting' going on around here lately but this is entirely another story.

And last night as we were preparing for a New Year ritual to perform out in the moonlit paddock to bring in the new decade my sister lost the key to the shed which we needed to open to get to keys to open other parts of the Farm. I soon found a key to an old padlock for which I had lost the key and as such had bought another padlock. We turned over hundreds of old leaves looking for the key until I tried the one already in my hand - which worked. I thought it was an old key, but really it was the new one. I've changed my Facebook profile to, "Jaahda Jinnah turned over hundreds of old leaves looking for the new key; but the key was in her hand all the time:.

That's my New Years message to you all.

Keep posted. And Happy New Year.