So we decided on one year in the city. It’s been a good experience in many ways but too unfamiliar for me and hard to get roots into that concrete!
I grew up in a rural environment and that has been my choice ever since. City life never appealed to me. For sure the odd visit, here and there. I quite liked the buzz! And the material shops where you can buy unusual buttons and off-cuts that no one else wants. Oh and embroidery thread that has many amazing uses!
But its not quite enough to live in a city to visit fabric shops. So we headed away and landed on a camp site in our comfy home from home camper van. Which is a bit more than just a camper. Its full of my sheepskin rugs, my drums and a few plants. I can make tea and cook veges and listen to music, and outside there are big old trees and a river running past and I feel at home.
There is no internet but nice coffee shops in the town so I can visit on occasion, have a de-caf latte, just for treat and send a blog to people i love to connect with.
The year of staying in the city has passed us by and we are stepping out of that particular box, with no idea where we are going to land fully and without any knowledge of how life might be. We are driving away from what has been and what does not fit any more. It’s a mandorla process for sure and it has it’s uncomfortable moments, but is mingled with great excitement!
I’ve plenty of thread and buttons, veges and tea bags. I’ve books and lots to write. I will be off I know visiting different countries to offer my work, but in this moment I will listen to bird song and the river, do my own work of letting go and waiting to see where the universe wants to take us. Yes I am still a bit of a hippy at heart, but quite a grounded one who understands that in order to really manifest what is needed, there needs to be a letting go of what does not serve! Sometimes there is a bit of a risk involved, but the rewards are plenty. I’ve done it many times, usually with my children who are all grown up now. So it’s a little easier this time, with no nappies to wash! But the hope they will visit and sit by the river with me, watch the steam train go by and ponder on life for a little while with their Mum.
The next step…I’ve no idea, some work with the dance, some editing to do and life to be lived.
I will let you know… 🙂