Week 29: The spaces between.

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The ebb and flow of our days changes at a whim these days. Our rhythm shifts with the home we live in, our days are filled with the rhythm of someone elses life. With no fixed address we find that we adopt other peoples routines, sometimes consciously, sometimes not. We have just shifted again, from the farm that was our home for three beautifully, free and fresh air filled weeks to a little light filled home around the corner from where we used to live.

When we walk the streets in the late afternoon, baskets in hand, we are treasure hunting. We are gathering grass and nuts and flowers to take home and count and make pictures with… there is so much that is familiar here, the streets that we walk are the same. We stop by the same overhanging lemon tree and we gather flowers from a familiar spot under a willow tree. We know these streets. We recognise faces and we wave to passing cars. We have swapped the life of orchards and flocks of geese for a life that looks a little like our old one did. We sit at a large wooden table in the afternoon sun and drink tea like we have many times before surrounded by the people who live here when they aren’t exploring far off lands…

We are walking in the shoes of a very special new friend of mine, living for a month in her pretty little solar powered cottage in the suburbs. This little place is filled with the heart and light that comes from the three beautiful little souls, who were born within its walls.

I’m finding myself in the middle of this project, both literally and figuratively. Sitting somewhat comfortably in the unknowingness of it all… I’m learning to find a balance between my unfettered desire to disappear into the abyss of the great unknown and my responsibilities to create a safe and secure life for the tiny human that stands by my side every day. I’m reading again, for the first time in many years… and it’s spectacular.

We are finding our home in the spaces between what I imagined our life to be and what it had become… It’s good here.

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  • July 30, 2014 - 4:29 am

    Chelsea - It’s so lovely to read someone else living a life this way, at least for a moment. We have been traveling and in between homes, searching for the right place, since even before our little lady was born. Sometimes it becomes an arduous process but other times it feels just like you have described. Grateful to read it and be reminded. Best of luck to you 🙂ReplyCancel

    • July 31, 2014 - 6:34 am

      Sash - Thanks Chelsea… It’s not always perfect, that’s for sure! The “right” place can be an elusive creature can’t it… but then, sometimes I think the “right” place is wherever you choose it will be 🙂 Best of luck to you too!ReplyCancel

  • July 30, 2014 - 6:54 am

    margo - You are on an amazing adventure, how awesome to drift and travel as circumstances takes you, what great adventures are ahead for you both…the possibilities are endless, safe travels to you both.

    Have you considered swapping your car for a Combi van, you could still do everything you planned and have a safe warm bed anywhere, anytime.ReplyCancel

    • July 31, 2014 - 6:33 am

      Sash - Hey Margo! I have dreams of Combi vans! We are a little bound by place as I work in a job in town 2.5 days a week that I love… so life is a continual juggling act and I can’t stray too far from our regional centre. Our “village” is here so whilst we are transitional in the area we have the added bonus of security, normality and friendship (for both Bo and I) that we would otherwise be without. I’m really hoping a combi will be in my future at some stage in my life 😉 xxx Thanks for the lovely comment!ReplyCancel

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