Sadly sold and left my precious nest on Lopez Island to search for an abode in keeping with the next adventure and stage of my life. Parting is so very difficult, and saying goodbye to so many friends was bittersweet. My thoughts can still only hover in short bits on the idyllic seven years on the island. It's still too fresh and painful yet for long reveries.
Living in transition, amidst boxes and piles of furniture, is not very centering, I will say. I'm trying to use this transition time to reflect on what truly makes up a life. It's not the "stuff", I realize, as I sorted and tossed while packing up. And one can live quite handily without all the accoutrements that attach to us as we go along, as is evident as I live out of a suitcase. It's really the sense of home and belonging, and a place that embraces and encourages the quiet sense of centeredness. And I look forward to a clear and clean, open and airy new home. I find that I am not fully breathing right now.
There is nothing wrong with change, it's just sometimes hard. I haven't lost my friends, I'm just a call, text, or email away.
Living in the unknown at the moment with nothing certain. Learning to embrace a future that is unclear. Ah me, opportunities for growth.
