I love moving. I do love moving on. I love the energy of moving: clearing the stuckness, letting it go and opening to the possibilities of newness. A friend of mine called me today telling that the idea of a garage sale sounds daunting and intimidating to her. She is moving, and she needs to get rid of the stuff she has collected for years. Everybody knows how it feels and what it means: work, more work, and even more work. Shuffling and reshuffling the old stuff, discovering the old memories; reliving the joys and sorrows; rekindling the sentiments; messing up with the emotional attachments to souvenirs. While it is…