A month ago, if you suggested I move to Florida for two months, I would have rejected it outright. My home is currently in Alabama. For twenty years I have searched for a place to call home and now that I've finally found it, I don't want to leave. Or so I thought.
A few weeks ago, during a visit to Florida, I lay on my back at the end of yoga class and thought to myself, "wouldn't it be really great to move back and stay here for a few months?" In that moment, I realized I still feel at home in Florida. A few hours later I received a call and learned I would indeed be forced to move back to Florida for two months. On my back, in a quiet moment on a wooden floor, perhaps it was the Spirit giving me an idea, preparing me for the coming news, letting me feel like it was my own idea.
A new way of life has been stirring in my heart. For twenty years I have searched for a place to settle down and never leave, my heart yearning for a sense of belonging. My heart still yearns. Yet I'm making peace with the idea that some people are meant to live in one place for a lifetime and some people are meant to wander. I thought I was the type to settle and now I'm learning that I'm meant to travel. This explains why I felt at home in ALL the places I've lived: Vermont, Virginia, Colorado, Destin Florida, Orlando Florida, Switzerland and Alabama. It also explains why I have always felt the urge to move on at some point.
I always say that my true home is not of this world. My home resides in the spiritual realm and I think I'm embracing this reality on a new level. I was holding onto another person's ideal that did not belong in my own life and it was weighing me down. I thought everyone needed roots to be healthy. But maybe my roots come from another Source.
Therefore, after a three month period of writer's block, as I sit down to write to you again, it seems fitting that the name of my blog has changed... again. I am now writing to you from, Deep Scent of Jasmine: Life of a Homemaker Searching for Home. This is the blog of a woman who will build a new nest many, many times throughout her life, continually seeking ways to change and grow. She will always be at home and she will always be on her way Home.
As we speak, I am writing to you from my backyard patio. This is my favorite place in the house. It is where my almost two year old and I eat breakfast every morning, weather allowing. She eats and plays while I drink my morning tea and slowly wake up. I took the following photo of her this morning from this spot. We will miss our big green lawn in Alabama, but we plan to return. Perhaps Samantha was having a chat with Tigger about our upcoming move. Perhaps she was preparing his heart for it.
