Where is home?
This has been the query of my year. Now that I have been back to California I am wondering where home truly is. All year I have used the word home in context to mean both California and Pennsylvania. Now I wonder if Santa Cruz is home. I have felt like a visitor this week and it is true that I am, but at the same time I feel at home because I know where everything is, almost better than my friends.
I spent a full day up at Quaker Center last weekend. It was wonderful to be on the property and have no plans. I spent the morning at the Labyrinth and got to see the sky light up. I was so glad that I had spent some time to welcome the day and just be in nature. Nature is such a key part of my life and sometimes I forget to welcome it into my day. Then I spent the rest of the day hanging out in the office and in the orchard. Two key parts of my life when I was growing up. Having time to reconnect with the property was key because I did not realize how much I missed it until I was there.
Home is such a relative idea that I don't know how to deal with it. When I say home here on the west coast I mean Wallingford PA. It is so strange to here this. Maybe coming back is letting me close the chapter of my life that I did not finish last year. Last year I didn't tell a lot of people I was moving and now that I have seen everyone and said goodbye and see them graduate maybe I have moved on and Home is now Wallingford.
Where is Home? Wherever I feel my life is based and now it feels like Pendle Hill is my Home in Wallingford PA
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Transitions can be so confounding! ...I missed you at Gathering but was glad to hear you were among fFriends in California again.
I see I've missed a few other posts while I myself have been traveling, so off I go to catch up a bit!
Blessings,
Liz Opp, The Good Raised Up
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