MOVING

Happy Monday. Another day on Planet Earth. We have Sunshine which makes it a great day. We have had much cloudiness the last six weeks. We are ready for Sunny weather. Kind of like the world situation. We are all ready for some light.

My daughter, Laura, wrote an excellent comment on my last blog [FB]. She suggested that my insomnia could have something to do with my leaving my home of 43 years and moving here which changed my lifestyle completely. Since my illness emerged as we were contemplating moving I did not have an opportunity to realize what it meant. I didn't delve into the feelings I might have and skated along on the surface. At the time I wondered how come it wasn't more wrenching.

I have had two great passions in my life; one was living close to Nature and living off the land, the other was raising my consciousness and aiding in the enlightenment.

When I first started blogging it was the first passion I meant to pursue. We had lived close to Nature, raising our own food, heating and cooking with wood, learning how to refrigerate with well water in the summer, lighting with candles and kerosene lamps etc. We stepped back a generation and had no electricity, we had a pump outside the kitchen door and an outhouse a ways away. We learned how to live elegantly and I look upon those years as very gratifying. I was on sabbatical [self created] for seven years. When I returned to full employment we gradually joined the modern society.

The back to the land movement seemed to be picking up again and my idea was to create a blog where a conversation could begin about modern homesteading as Jamie and I had so much experience we wanted to share. Perhaps I didn't give it a chance, we didn't get any questions or comments on the subject so I soon followed my other passion.

I never dreamed I would move from that property. I had meant to die there. I do not regret the move. I do wish I had been healthy and could process the event. It was clear we couldn't continue our lifestyle without help. Jamie had a severe dislocation of her shoulder that has taken a long time to heal. She could no longer garden as much as she wanted to and she couldn't stand to see the gardens go to weeds. I was plain and simply getting too old. I could take care of the chickens and sheep, but the overall maintenance became more than I could handle. It was time. A younger couple needed to take over. We were fortunate to sell to an ideal couple who love the place as much as we did.

I have been disabled two of these last three months. I only got out of my chair when I had to, now that I am recovering the significance of this move is impinging on my awareness. Don't get me wrong. I love our new house and it fits well for my life as it now is, I can devout my time to reading, studying and writing. I will find plenty of opportunities for good exercise. We are surrounded by parks and the river is in walking distance. We see swans and geese everyday. Nature's splendor is all around us.

Oh, I miss our own eggs. Those grocery store eggs may say organic, cage free or free range, but they are not real eggs in my book. Now that I am feeling better we will have to find a provider of real eggs. I know there are some Amish families in the area.

Yes, I need to spend some time grieving for what I feel I lost. Perhaps I need to cry. I need to bless my old life and step into my new life with full vigor and awareness.

I know everything is perfect. How could it be any other way?

Thank you, oh loving Universe!

Love and Peace, Gregg