The Perfect Place

Is there really a perfect place? Or is it like a unicorn, elusive and nonexistent. We know it isn't real but we search for it anyway. I have been thinking about my moving again as a problem or some instability inside of me. But what if my problem isn't really a problem at all. What if this is a part of my nature that should be embraced.

Maybe my bloodline goes back to some nomadic tribe like the Bedouins and this has bubbled up in me. Some whisper from my ancestors who wandered the land. Nomads by nature do not look for one place to stay permanently. They stay as long as the environment works for them and when food becomes scarce, or the water dries up, they move on. Perhaps I am like the merchant nomads who went from place to place, traveling to exchange goods or to practice their craft where it is needed. There is no judgement about this decision nor does it come as a surprise to them. It is simply life.

As I search for a new place to land perhaps I should view it as a place to go, not as a place to stay. It takes some of the pressure off, don't you think? Where is my craft needed? Where will my gifts be easily nurtured and shared? It certainly feels as if they are no longer needed where I am now. I have created a beautiful home, this is true, but as I look back at all the places I have lived and loved my heart is full. I see a line of happy faces who took what I created and made it their home. It brings me joy to pass the torch and leave my loving touch behind. Is this one of my gifts that I should continue to bring to life?

I do love to renovate homes. I know there are challenges and messiness and cost. Craftspeople in and out of my home. Water, electricity needing to be shut off for different projects. But it sparks creativity in me and joy. I am not your usual flipper who buys a home and quickly fixes kitchens and baths. No I need to feel the soul of a home. To live in the space and see how the light is at different times of day/year. To feel the energy of the neighborhood and see what plants are thriving and which are not. Living in the home helps me to see how it can flow better for practical living. One of my favorite things is flow and organization. I love when a home makes sense for those who will be living in it.

I live in my homes for anywhere from one to five years before I move. This has been a fact for me. It has been my pattern, one which I have been judging myself for. Why can't you stay put in one place? I would ask myself. But like the nomads, I can feel when my time is done. When the space no longer needs my guidance and can be handed over to the next people who may want to stay put. Or when the place I am living is not nurturing my next expression of my life. I guess it's time to pack….again!