Greetings! it's been a couple of months since I've posted anything here. I'm emerging from a deep two month hibernation in rural NY state. I was not exactly hibernating, but I was pulled back a bit from engaging in broad communication with the outside world. Instead, my communication was intensely focused on creating content for my very first online 6-week e-course. a consulting contract which demanded 16+ hours per week of my time and helping my dear friend and traveling companion edit his first novel. Whew!
Thankfully, my blog was in good hands. The members of my Creative Alchemy e-course graciously took over the writing of blog posts for the entire duration of the course. What a blessing that turned out to be! Not only did it free me up to do what I needed to do, but I also got to reap the benefits of these talented women's' creative gifts and experience. The sharing was deep, moving, inspiring and empowering. I loved reading these beautiful posts and also the comments. It expanded the reach of the e-course beyond the small Facebook group and allowed others to be touched by the insights and wisdom happening there.
More on what it was like to run the e-course in an upcoming blog post. Right now, I have some other ideas rolling around inside of me that I want to share first.
I've now left the cold confines of New York and I'm in snowy NJ again for a brief stay. After that, going to be heading south with stops along the way to visit more east coast family members. Beyond that I'm still listening to my inner guidance and will post updates right here as things unfold.
I will say this: I'm looking forward to warmer weather and shedding some of the heavy layers of clothes! Going to do another big purge of my belongings so I can head into the warmer months lighter and less encumbered by stuff. It's amazing how it accumulates. But it's equally amazing how easy it is to find what you need just when you need it. Due to the amazing generosity of many new friends, I've been gifted with many beautiful things on my travels. So it's easy and effortless for me to share the wealth and pass them on to others who will benefit and appreciate them.
Over the past year, I've learned not to be attached to my stuff. I'm not their owner, not do I possess them. They don't even belong to me. Instead, I'm only their temporary guardian and host. I hold them and carry them for as long as they serve me, treating them with sacredness and respect and then when the time is right, I let them go.
I do hang onto a few meaningful items...things that help me to transform a new place into a sacred dwelling, things that help to ground and center me. But these are very few and if I feel moved to let them go, I will, knowing full well something different or better will come along and fill that space.
For me, life on the road is defined by the energy of the people, places and things I encounter. I know when it's time to move on based on a subtle shift in energy. Same thing when it's time to let go of something I've been carrying with me. Somehow the energy shifts in and around it and it no longer feels like mine. What was once compatible is now, sometimes quite suddenly, no longer compatible. It actually feels foreign.
When it's time for a changes, signs appear.
Nudges, resistance, challenges and other indicators start popping up, kind of pushing at me, unearthing me from the once comfortable surroundings. I've learned that I need to heed these signs because they start to accumulate and there is a build up of pressure, so what is initially a nudge shifts into something less benign. it becomes more pushy and the signs become louder and the energy edgy.
It's kind of like being ejected from what had once been a comfort zone. It becomes almost hostile if I overstay my welcome and I have had to become adept at gauging that shift. Once it occurs, what lies outside of that place that had once sheltered me, becomes more appealing and welcoming as it beckons me to move on.
On this particular journey, I've learned that locations have an expiration date.
Sometime it's twenty-four hours, sometimes its a week, sometimes a month and sometimes longer. This nomadic lifestyle and way of traveling require really tuning into my surroundings and reading the energy of the environment, the people and other details associated with it so that I can feel when it's really flowing and when it's not.
Ideally, I like to stay just ahead of the shift--anticipate it and be several steps ahead of when things start to go sour. This keeps doors open, bridges unburned and good feelings all around. Otherwise, there is a build up of tension that starts to seep through the cracks and it quickly begins to derail what was once a harmonious arrangement.
Let me tell you, I'd much rather be on the road without a plan than to stay somewhere longer than I should. This trip has NEVER been about indulgence or comfort. It's been a spiritual adventure that is about stretching, growing, learning and TRUST. I'm training myself to achieve a high level of mastery in the area of intuition and following my inner guidance. Life has been a wonderful partner in this, providing me with an endless assortment of opportunities, challenges and tests so that I can check in and see how I'm doing. Not easy, by a long shot, especially because I'm doing this without a real safety net. I'm trekking in the wilderness of my own consciousness, exploring the unknown and that is what I'm manifesting in my outer world. I had no idea when I set out what I would be doing or where I would end up. Over a year later and that still hasn't changed. The inner and outer training has moved to a more subtle level now and I'm revisiting things I need to learn at a more advanced level.
Trust is the big one.
I've moved through multiple layers of fear around that lesson and I've got a ways to go. I'm much less fearful than I was, but the specter of failure sometimes nips at my heels and threatens to derail me. That's when I pull out my spiritual toolbox and spend time in nature, reconnecting with my Higher Self. This helps me get back in the flow and I'm able to get back on track fairly quickly.
Some days I wake up overwhelmed with the vastness of living an unanchored life, but then I remember that my real Home is inside me. I talk myself off that ledge and regain my footing.
Many, many days, I simply let the excitement of travel and freedom fill my sails with their deliciously joyous wind and I just surrender....
....and let go!