Stormy Skies Give Way To Stunning Sunsets

     Today I left what has been home for a very long time. While I had moments to acknowledge it happening I haven't really had time to rhuminate on it until now, almost midnight, sitting listening to the wind whip itself through the trees outside this window. I helped create a home today, it isn't my home, but the act of nesting is a comfort and distraction for me, and I think helped greatly with adjusting to this new shift in my foundation. Not to mention the opportunity to create a warm space for someone who has so faithfully arrived in the past to do just that for me. It brings me great joy to help her make her home and I am glad I get to assist before I leave.

     I am very intrigued with this notion of home. I keep reminding myself that home is where you make it. This shift has forced me to look critically at every single possession I own and ask myself very seriously, "Is this useful? Is it meaningful? How meaningful? What is its meaning? Is it important for me to keep or just important that I know it be loved and enjoyed by someone?" This last piece has proved very important. So many of the "things" I thought meant so much to me have turned out to just be things. Things that I am happy just to know exist in a space that they are loved. To be able to give of my possessions freely and see what possibility they can bring for others is something truly special. The idea that gifts are meant to be shared, that what you give eventually will come back to you, that this is all temporary and while some things are precious and it is ok to hold on to them, the more precious things we have the harder it is to see what really stands out among the rest. I love the exchange that happened in movement. Moving in, moving out, moving on. People realize that they want to share what they have, especially if what they have is a bounty. It is such a beautiful thing to share, and to let go, to free yourself of possession.

     This morning I took the following photo while practicing one last time in a space that has been the start of so many things for me. I practiced once more on the hardwood floor, no mat, no blanket, just like those first days when I told myself I had to prove that this was important, to practice every day before investing money and space into this practice. That it wasn't just a fleeting whim. I felt stripped down as I moved through the sequence that has become so familiar and comforting. Different every time but always the same. And I was so grateful for all the opportunities.

     Well anyhow, the storm here is mostly moved on and while the rain still falls and the wind still rustles in the leaves I can see clear skies on the horizon, and not just that, adventure awaits, the great unknown lies out there, almost time to go find it!

Goodnight dreamers

Alex