Home

After a year in which I left one place, became nomadic for several months, and leaned on the kindness of friends in-between van camping and house sits, I am finally home. The weeks of clearing a patch of garden, choosing tile, putting up shelves, and painting has allowed a slow and deep connection within these four walls. They hold me well as the year comes to a close and I am grateful.

So many things left me this year: furniture; books; ideas about square footage; a belief that I would never love a place this much. Partnering with vulnerability, trusting through the ups and downs, has been its own nourishment. Home at last, I move slowly, lean into the sounds of my neighbourhood, feel the rhythms of my place. The birds have given this land their blessing, rain washes the air clean and it is deeply peaceful.