The spaces we inhabit are extensions of us

“Houses are like the human beings that inhabit them.”
— Victor Hugo

I have owned only two houses in my life. The first for seventeen years. It was heart wrenching to leave having inhabited the space for so long, seen my children grow there and begun my married life there. It was my first really grown up thing to own.

It flooded you see. After a huge renovation that transformed the house it was inundated with filthy flood waters in 2011. While others left the area, part of our house was still habitable but changed. The sense of peace and tranquility we’d established felt sullied. Each time the rains came, panic rose in my chest. Would we flood again?

So having loved that space and the surrounding area we made the difficult decision to leave. Four years on, I feel really comfortable and settled. I inhabit a new space. A large, open, light space. On a hill. Each nook and cranny of this space reflects our personalities. It’s comfortable and convenient, close to the city and facilities yet tucked away from the hustle and bustle with a forest close by.

Now, my beloved and I find ourselves at a new juncture of our lives. Nearing retirement, with a moderate debt still in play. We have discussed ways to become financially independent. One solution is to downsize. My anxiety levels rise at the thought. I feel like I belong here. There are so many positive reasons to stay. There are so many features of where we live we couldn’t find elsewhere for a fraction of the price.

We’re at a crossroad.

I know it’s only a house we inhabit and that it’s the people you are with that make life full and worthwhile. I do know that. I also like comfort and beauty and space. It is more than just the house too.  One becomes settled in a place, part of the landscape, especially when that landscape appeals to the senses, as the river did (before it flooded) and the forest now does.

There is another element in our mix. Do we stay in this city, my beloved’s hometown, or do we move to a much-loved holiday destination in the Blue Mountains? Crossing state borders as well as a new threshold.

Why is it so hard to make these decisions about a material possession? Well, I think it’s because, for me at least, my home is my safe place. My retreat from the world and a place I can craft to express myself. A house is not just a place to inhabit but a place that creatively reflects who we are. Location too plays a role, as mentioned earlier. Where we live is as much an extension of us, or we become and extension of it, as much as the house itself.

What is special about the place you inhabit?

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Flux

 

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My heart is in flux
The silver moon is waning.

My thoughts are disturbing
The ground is shaking.

My body is rebelling
The seasons are changing.

My spirit cries out
The earth is turning.

Gaia draws me to her bosom
The Masters lead me to my spirit lodge
The Ancestors share with me their wisdom

I am held
I am supported
I am loved.

I am lost
I am crazy
I am uncertain.

Isis opens my eyes, Venus my heart
Wild, ancient beasts deliver courage
The Saviour cleanses my spirit

I am whole
I am complete
I am enough.

I fear to go forward
I hesitate
I stumble.

I am reminded
I am renewed
I am set forth.

Trust the tempest shall pass
Know the wisdom of nature is beckoning
Believe you are on your path.

Ride the waves,
Negotiate the barriers,
Enjoy the detours.

Life is rich and wonderful, strange and mysterious.

Look back, for just a moment, see the landscape you have painted?
Delight in the tapestry you have woven.
What beautify lays in the fabric you have embroidered?

Celebrate all of life.

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