I love to look at real estate, fantasize about living in that community. As a child I moved many many times, never attending a school for more than a year. I suppose there is something in me that never feels settled, never quite thinks I’m where I’m supposed to be.
Hawaii was the first place on planet earth my restlessness calmed, where I felt at home. I do trust that universal principle that the universe is conspiring for me, not against me. And it’s been a challenge on this trip to truly land. I’m constantly seeking certainty, signs.
Where am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be doing? Accepting that I may never know, that my reprieve is to surrender to the fact that wherever I am and whatever I’m doing is right where I’m supposed to be.
This trip has been a practice in letting the day unfold, arriving again and again when my mind takes me away from what is... Yes, Heidi, arrive again.
It’s your life you’re missing when you are somewhere else.
Gloomy weather, flu, drama and pain back at home. Whooo it’s been a rough patch.
Things you discover about yourself while traveling:
No fun to be sick while camping
Fog and clouds effect mood
Jay and I thrive in our home routine
We never get tired of being outside
Beauty never ceases to amaze
Friends are always found in our rooms of recovery
Patience, Love and Care of one another are necessities on an extended road trip
Cooking is more fun at home, but sleeping under the stars is pretty great.
I’ve tried to think of fun things to talk about, to write about and to share and nadda. It’s been a time of prayer, acceptance, surrender.