as i suspected, it was only a minor paper-processing glitch that's holding up settlement. according to our agent, mister bready, the lawyer on the buyer's side made some sort of mistake: of the ten people in the world i don't like, she's three of them, mister bready told Beloved.
so we're headed down to the shore today, to check the attic one more time, to attempt to take some cuttings from my holly trees. it's the holly trees that bother me most, and as i was writing this, sad to say good-bye to the trees, i very clearly heard a Voice say, "what makes you think the trees wish to say good-bye to you?"
i realized then that my relationship with those trees exists irrespective of any boundary or deed or title drawn by humans with our silly ideas about ownership, that the trees are as much a part of the relationship as i am, and that they have an energetic Voice that's as viable - if not as audible - as mine.
i've been mourning the loss of something i don't have to lose.
i listened very carefully to what They said to do in order to make the cuttings survive. and an addendum to the bill of sale is that in the event the new owners cut down the trees, the wood belongs to me.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.