Flat Out?

Posted by Jeni in Ad Infinitum | 10 October 2010

There's an undulating discomfort in the bottom of my belly, and it's not the mung bean soup, it's the thought I will have to give up my lovely flat.

'It's only a building.' says George.

'Don't get so attached.' says Monica.

It's time to re-group, move on, take stock.' says Roberto.

'You'll be in your lovely cottage with Jim,' says Marie.

'But the man who is tired of London is tired of life.' say Ben.

So what's my problem then? If it is time to move on, change, give up the ghost, look to the future?

There's always Grouchos to stay in if I need to be in London. There's also friends, family and a host of boutique hotels that will be willing to take my nightly rate. BUT I love my mad flat and anyway it's not the giving up of the apartment that hurts but the reality of the move. Seven years of books, cd's, furniture, paintings, tables, chairs, bedding, weights - yes weights - shoes, clothes, toiletries and memories.

If you are what you think then if I keep thinking that the flat will remain in my life will it?

If it's time to move on, how will I know?

At what point is holding on giving up?

I meditated in the sun this morning. I kept shifiting my body to stay in the shaft of light that was coming into the room.

I have a series of things that go round in my head but this morning I was content to think only of one mantra. Even with 'Broadcasting House' spilling under the door from our bedroom, I found real peace in the orange light.

Then I made soup for today, soup for tomorrow, soup for Jim and my siddha paste to slap onto my belly. I've filled up a thermos flask with this evenings offering. Tomorrow I need to make another concoction then it's off to London Town for four days.

I am going to London to have a treatment from my acupuncturist, sort my clothes for Costa Rica, collect B's clothes for Costa Rica, meet with female friends, male collegaues and a professional organisation who may want me to work for them, and then head home Thursday evening to prepare for our trip to Central America.

Yes they had a 5.9 earthquake yesterday, my German friend called from Hamburg, she just loves a bit of Schadenfreude, she couldn't wait to tell me. I had already had an astroolger telling me to beware of food poisoning, we're going to officially the happiest place on earth not an abattoir.

Then another friend called up and asked where we going on holiday.

'Costa Rica' I said.

'How long for'? she asked.

'Three weeks' I said shyly.

'Blimey that's a long time.' she said tartly. 'What will you do?'

I didn't dignify her with an answer as we are staying next to the jungle, round the bend from The Cloud Forest and up the road from volcanoes.

'Well.' I said defensively, 'The journey is very long and we'll need a week to recover before we really settle down to relaxing.'

'How long is the journey?' she queried

'Ten hours to Huston, a five hour wait then another three hours.' I said knowledgably.

'How long' she shrieked 'Why so long? That's a funny way round isn't it?'

'That's the best way to get there, and that's how long it takes.' I said trying not to sound irritated.

There was a bit of a silence then she started to laugh.

'Where are you going?' She asked again.

'Costa Rica.' I said losing the will to live.

'When you said Costa' she dribbled, 'I thought you meant somewhere in Spain, the Costa Brava, Costa Del Sol, Costa Packet...'

'No, this is the Costa that's underneath Nicaragua, round the corner form the Panama and as far away from Benidorm as you can get...'

'How dim am I?' she spluttered.

'Not dim.' I said. 'Just audiologically challenged.'

We both started laughing uncontrollably - 'Stress relief.' she spluttered.

Being out of the loop since September 16th means I am edgy, nervous, unconfident, and utterly wimpy. Like a clerk who has secretly been dismissed from his desk I have an empty briefcase filled with a thermos of soup and a clear diary. I do, however, intend leaving my doubts at Heathrow, my shock in Liberia and my weariness on Samara beach. When I get back in November I will be ready to take IT all on, whatever IT is, including the flat. By which time the decision will have been made for me either by the bank, the landlord or a new venture.

Whatever happens I will enjoy the next four days as if they are my last, quite literally...

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Comments

1. At October 10, 2010 8:12 PM Adrian Appley wrote:

Hello Kid, I still cannot believe you have run away from us. Petrie is doing a good job but it is not the same. Yes, you have to give up your London flat and move back home. It was interesting to hear about your Ayurvedic diet. I bring back Ayurvedic soap and toothpaste back from India each year but do not need to diet especially as I cycle at least 8 miles a day [double at weekends] and do 90 mins. of yoga three times a week with the result that I have lost one stone and my waist has gone from 33 to 30 ! We vegans have far too much energy. I have so many jokes to tell you but they must wait. Do you think nostalgia is a thing of the past ? I do.
Keep on keeping on,
Adrian from Bromley.

2. At October 11, 2010 12:45 AM LV wrote:

It's now the 11th, but Sunday was the 'perfect ten' 10:10:10. Very significant for the NEW in everything.

JENI, you need your Costa Rican Rest. A chance to switch off without feeling guilty. A holiday can sometimes do that.
Then you are free to take a much deeper journey into the SELF. When meditating find the place BEYOND the mantra. Where there is no thinking, no words, no equal opposites. Take your third eye down into your heart centre and rest it there. You might find yourself shedding a few or even many tears after the first few attempts. That is just a relinquishing of old PAIN. It's JUST energy, let go of it....'til you reach your own truth, answers and PEACE. Keep trying until it happens.
It will happen.
It is a place of SELF BEYOND PAIN JUST PEACE. You'll find all your answers there.

Love and Light,
xLVx
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4. At October 11, 2010 10:59 AM Sandy wrote:

WE WANT JENNY ON THE TELLY!

5. At October 11, 2010 6:27 PM Nick wrote:

Hi Jeni
Have a wonderful and well deserved holiday darling. Forget everything that has happened and enjoy.
Lets just hope that your possible new business venture brings you back to us again soon.
Lots of love. xxx

6. At October 12, 2010 12:44 PM audie charles wrote:

Well sorry, I know you cannot comment, but Petrie and James Max are know in my household as Polyfilla, in that LBC fill any gap they have with them. I lose LBC whenever they are on and miss your eccentric life on LBC So wish you were back on somewhere somehow

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