We Move Along: Tales of a Vagabond

Mama:          I feel somethings coming!

That change, that rustle, that stirrin’!

Do you feel it? Do you?

Do you feel it too?

Papa:              Yeah! It’s that time again. That moment’s come.

That reason for the leavin’.

Change, we feel the change in the wind.

Mama:            We’ll gathering in grace and flit in flourish beautifully,

Like cabbage moths in the late spring beams,

caught in the wind, we’ll float on!

We will waft to our next garden of wild flowers,

We will drift on in glee, with no need to flee!

We will go with the flow, and be gone with the wind!

Just not so ironically…

Do you feel that? Do you feel it?

Papa:              Yeah, I feel it!  It’s that energy shift.

It’s time! Oh yeah, it’s time.

Time to accept it!

Baby:              Mama, where are we going?

Mama:            No need to fear little one! We are right here!

We are going here and there,

Finding that place where we can be free. Always free!

Baby:              Mama, how will we know we are there?

Mama:            Because we already are baby. We always were.

Together we are there, as we are here.

We move forward with the wind, in time and order.

We find our way; with the wind we gather.

No need to fear, we are right here.

Together is home! Always!

Together!

The time has come, to move on to new horizons. After five years fighting to stay and ten years living in this wonderful home that I dreamed of for my children, it is time to say goodbye. Filled with tears of happy memories and grief of a lost fight, I move onward to my new chapter. The new page that will be my pleasure to take part in filling with the adventures of tomorrow.

It’s a bittersweet ending leaving my home of ten years where I have brought three of my six children home from the hospital to. Bursting with happy moments, the positive out way the negative memories. Still, I am relieved and filled with joy to spread my wings and start my new beginning. Releasing all the energy from my divorce and my vision of who I thought I was, I am now free to embark on the journey of true self-discovery as a writer and artist.

Being able to share the journey will be both a pleasure and challenge. Preferring to keep the negative to myself, I publicly exude an overly altruistic personality. Uncovering and allowing my authentic self to show through will be an exciting journey while traveling and experiencing all that the Northwest summer has to offer before settling with family for the winter in Eugene, Oregon.

"Living out of my converted camping minivan..."

Living out of my converted camping minivan and sedan with my youngest, his father, and compact dog, I will gain first-hand experience of the “quiet camping” lifestyle. I am excited as an empath to travel and experience the different vibrational energies that the Northwest has to offer. Journaling as I go, sharing all the way, I am filled with excitement for the journey. My body pulsates with desire and anticipation at the adventure that will unfold before me as I take that jump of faith and allow my writing and art to lead me where I must go. The excitement of wonder and the unknown calls me forward.

I take special notice this year of the trees and plants that I have watched through the many years. The hydrangea bushes that have spread out in wild growth, the cherry tree outside my window that has grown from a sapling to the 20-foot, fruit bearing tree it is now, all bring a bittersweet joy. Watching the floral blossoms of spring wilt away into summer leaves knowing I will not be there to see the fall transition. I am brought to a place of peaceful tranquility; I know this land. My toes know how to curl into the earth just right for a grounded stance. I am one with this land and the energy flows through me as a magnet flows. I am at home and happy in the Puget Sound.

"I flit away like a cabbage moth"

Still a child of the wind, I flit away like a cabbage moth catching the wind in her wings to take flight to the next space of delight. I am ready to move on. Ten years is a long time, and I have had just enough time in this house. The walls talk to me of memories that I can no longer bare to hear. Happy as all the good memories have been, I am happy to release and let go, to flow away in the wind. My nature is that of the vagabond, and the winds have changed; the time has come!

My patient and aging Landlord faces increased property taxes. Leaving her hands tied in need to liquidate her assets to keep her own home, this unfortunate turn of events frees me. So instead of anger, and frustration at a system that is beyond broken, I choose to look to the horizon. I look to the future and ask ‘what’s next?’ Gaia has always had a plan for me and I am excited for what she has to offer.

I have always loved to travel, having fond memories of our family road-trips. As a youngster I would collect books about different places and dream in my room of the great adventures I would take. Paging through each glossed paged book I would wait for my chance to see all the sights with my own eyes. Without a home and ability to guarantee a place in such short notice, I am happy that the opportunity to travel has come. It is easy to downsize and give away these dull glossed paged books in exchange for exploration of the wide world I have dreamed of all my life.

"The time has come to move to new horizons."

I look forward to what is to come; literally and metaphorically. I am thrilled to share it with the very people that I love. Bringing my youngest son with me to see all the sights will be the biggest pleasure I can have as a mother. Sharing experiences that are happy rather than sad; what a beautiful chain to break and new chapter to begin. Doing it next to my best friend who challenges me to be better, will be another opportunity for us to grow together. Adding a few more pages to that epic love story we have been creating the past few years, I am filled with too much adventure to fear what is to come. Learning to be in the moment has brought me this level of peace and joy.

I began this year declaring it my ‘Year of the Artist’, and it has blossomed into the beautiful, all-be-it fearsome, year of possibility and wonder. I am happy to share all this exploration with you all. Regularly posting about my adventures will be a wonderful routine to add to the newness of all that I will experience. A bit of a confession, I have never “quiet-camped” for a long duration. As a neophyte in all this, sharing will be even more fun than I can even imagine. Stay tuned as my epic unfolds!

"I am at home and happy in the Puget Sound."