Sometimes it feels like I live in a tree house! Sitting on my sofa, all I see looking out my windows are trees. My favorite one looks a bit scrappy from the ground, but up here, I can see his many expressive faces. I watch the squirrels nesting in his hollow places and listen to the birds singing songs of new beginnings. I like it here.
There are traffic sounds and lawn mowing sounds, and children playing. I hear the neighbor walking around upstairs, and although people kept warning me about living below someone, so far, she just makes me feel like I am not alone here.
The cats were initially horrified that moving was a thing that could happen. They broke my heart on moving day, but they like it here now too. We feel at home.
I am reaping the rewards of my pre-move winter of purging. It feels lighter here. It is spacious, kind and hopeful. Moving gave me a deadline to get rid of what was not bringing me joy, and I am grateful. I know there is still more to let go of, but I am proud of how deep I allowed myself to go as I decided what to bring forward. (I kept the biker jacket...)
I want to share the feeling here! I am hosting an all-day retreat for women in my new apartment on Sunday May 22nd. There are a couple of spots still available. If you are interested, please email for details. The spirit of the day: to be, and to play, in the heart-centered moment, through creative activities - group singing, writing, art and making a vision board. I will even cook a vegan lunch for us.
What does your home feel like?