Well, we did it again. We packed up all our belongings, sorted the necessary from the not. Dropped house plants off at friends and shared last meals with family and loved ones. We kissed their children on the noses and asked them to be good to their mothers and fathers. Said our goodbye’s to the place and the people who make our lives whole and bright. Boy, do I miss you guys…
Moving always has this pungent bitter-sweet essence for me. I attach myself deeply to place, reaching out with tendrils, grasping neighboring needle or branch and become one with the rhythm of it all. I thrive on change, but am driven by habit and routine. I function best in solitude, but shine deepest in the company of friends and kin. I have become a nomad…I guess I have always been a nomad. Picking up and moving from summering to wintering grounds. Adapting to seasons and environment. Each move, each new place, each new sense of belonging allows me to grow and nurture this inter-connected web of life I lead.
We left this with heavy and full hearts
We arrived here ready to unfurl and root down
So, here we are…boxes unpacked and countryside explored. What do you think? I know this will be so very good, for the both of us. This place is the perfect combination of Patrick and I. Open and wild. Soft and harsh. Gentle but rough. Honest yet mysterious. Seasonal. Whimsical. Country. Quiet and calm. Yes, very quiet and calm…just the way I like it. I can’t wait to share more of this place with you. I hope to have the shop open and running in the next few days, but in the meantime we can connect here.
Happy weekend, you wild pack of beauties.