Home at last!
My month of traveling has come to a close. I must admit… I feel so grateful to be home. My bed. My food. My pets and plants and places for asana and meditation. Adaptability is a wonderful (and necessary) quality, but there’s much to be said about the comforts of home, too.
My lil fam had waited waaaay too long to visit our loved ones far and wide. It had been nearly two years since I had been back to the area where I grew up. And I had never been to the town where my man was born- or even to the part of the country where he was born. My brother and I drove through there at high speeds during our cross-country relocation adventure, but I didn’t remember anything but a roadside rest stop with a view of bison. This time, I had much more time to look around and get a feel for the place.
So, what did I see? Much more than I could ever recap in one little post. I had so many great experiences and so many profound realizations- about people, family, time, space, the way people live their lives and see their world, the ways they give meaning to the things they do.
Faces, places, spaces.
How do we connect? How do we stay connected?
Often, things just don’t seem the same anymore. The faces. The places.
As the time was coming to leave the place where I grew up, I found myself thinking, “I didn’t go to Moundsville. I didn’t go down this road or that one. I don’t know how long it will be until I’ll be this close again. I came so close to updating the road maps in my head, and now I don’t know what’s become of it. It’ll stay frozen in time for me for at least a little while longer.”
The places and the faces.
That was my trip back to my childhood home, but what about my travels to Oklahoma- a place I’d never really been before? Mostly, I was struck by how new and different it seemed to me. There was no road map to update there- it was uncharted territory.
At times, it seemed like a foreign land. The hows, whys, and whens of my daily life- things I may take for granted- kinda took on a light like they were being beamed in from an alien planet (like, “Yes, I’d like a salad with no meat. Really. No, not even bacon bits. I don’t want any meat. I don’t eat it. Ever. Really.”).
Overall, seeing different people, places, and things gave me a new appreciation for my life. How lucky I am. How well my efforts to co-create my own little place in this world have come together. How I live in a field of endless possibilities for discovering my heart’s home.
I look all around here now, and I think, “Uh huh. That’s right. You’re speaking my language. Let’s do this.”
There are, of course, commonalities that tie us all together and make us more alike than we may ever realize. I met interesting new people and found aspects of home everywhere. I came home with excellent, inspiring new books. And rocks. Lots and lots of rocks. I was thoroughly impressed with the selection of rocks in both West Va. and Ok. I couldn’t wait to bring those babies home and welcome into my crystal family.
I’m still so excited (like a little kid in a candy store) that I’ve decided to feature one of them each day for the next week. 7 stones. 7 days. Beginning with a stone associated with the root chakra and working our way up- arriving at the crown on the 20th, the Summer Solstice. I hope you enjoy it as much as I’m enjoying them.
I’m so glad to be back, yoga lovers! Love to all!!