Sense of Place

The last few years have revealed to so many of us what our true desires of the heart are. For our family, it's been a theme around a sense of place and home.

When we left for a month+ away in February with our 2 young kids, we were all dealt a number of unexpected challenging scenarios, trials and tribulations. Travel has a way of shaking things loose to reorient. Revelations came to the surface, paving the way for an unshakable connectedness that was instigated through a massive sweeping of physical & mental cobwebs. I came home feeling a strong sense of knowing material desires weren't the things uplifting our space and the longing for more possessions was simply feeding many other lost connections. I came back feeling like all parts of my life were laid out in front of me to reassess and reimagine. Fears were being washed away and courage began to take shape, building the puzzle pieces back together in its new form.

For the first time, I was able to experience that our relationships to ourselves and each other are the cornerstone points to living fully in joy. I've said this to myself before, but living it was a much different sensation. We came to a clear understanding that the land we reside on should mirror the joy in our hearts, the personified wildness of our spirits and be an honor to steward. I see now that it's possible to experience the land that chooses us acting as a mirror for the embodiment we wish to experience. There were many moments in the SW in February, waking up to hissing of wind on cactus needles and choruses of birdsong that made me feel home in a new way. Something I considered is how sounds like those played a role in a bigger remembering of what 'home' could feel like.

How we integrate back into nature. I'm woken up to that now more than ever and I'm jazzed about the not knowing just yet.

Cheers to the visioning and the fruition! I'm in the mental mapping phase of garden fantasies and engaging with family in new joyous ways, letting the wind show us where we're being summoned to sink our roots a bit deeper out of the city. Until then, I'll be in the garden listening.