Leaving home….again!

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!20140428-163838.jpg

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… 🙂


About Caroline Carey

Caroline is an English Grandmother and an aspiring crone~elder, an author of four books, a speaker and innovative and creative teacher, offering her work via workshops and gatherings online as well as internationally. By adapting the religious education insisted on by her family, she was able to recognise her own innate connection to God/Spirit and has been on a spiritual path since childhood. She is a champion of music, dance and poetry as healing tools since she was four years old and developed an innate understanding of the soul’s journey, a connection to physical embodiment through movement, theatre and the creative arts. Her work is harmonious with nature. Her journey has manifested as her own personal training into eldership and crone-hood, carrying the wisdom needed for stability and balance in individuals, relationships, families and communities. Mothering her six, now adult, children, gave Caroline the art of play, creativity, story-telling and opened up the deep surrender and unconditional love that motherhood can bestow. Caroline has trained in many modalities of dance, therapeutic and spiritual teacher trainings since 1986. She is a writer who has published her autobiography and four other books about her spiritual work. Her latest book, 'Middle Earth Wisdom' will be published soon. She lives in UK with her husband Ben Cole, a film-maker, a director who works with men’s initiation groups. They often offer work together, incorporating dance, presentation and film. Caroline is: A mother and grandmother A writer and poet A dancer A spiritual life coach A catalyst for change She is available to you for guidance
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