This is not just a hypothetical question for me but my current lived reality and the way I wrestled with that is "to live at a slower pace and just take in each moment".
"If you knew you could/would never leave the place where you live, how would you live differently?" Wow, such a shocking and surprising and expansive question. Thank you!
Until now, I hadn’t realized how much of my rootlessness was tied to writing projects.
I used to pride myself on this nomadic quality of wanderlust rather than acknowledge the deeper issue, which was really about running away from my own self. Thank you for helping me make that connection with my writing.
I like the part about leaning in to the problem. I believe answers will come, especially in writing. Sometimes we have to wait a bit, or take that walk, or sleep on it. Thanks for this thoughtful and thought provoking post.
I love the question, having lived here for 33 years now. I often think of the wandering of my family, my ancestors as a child of diaspora. I wonder what they would think about how far afield their progeny are from our origins, where we lived for hundreds of years? At any rate, I fully expect this to be my last home. My children, though born elsewhere, where raised here and consider it their home, for two perhaps only a base (The Compound, they call it..and they always strive to return) We left this home for 3 years to go to Australia, but kept it to come back to. How could it not be the last place I will live before I leave this earthly plane? I want my ashes upon her rivers, oceans, and mountains. Oh, a beautiful place to live, she has been. I knew I would never leave, probably 10 or 15 years ago, and have lived accordingly. Deep in her shadows, where work needed to be done. This lovely question is actually a prompt, I think. x
I loved the question you posed Susannah! I lived a nomadic life in my twenties and thirties, so as I approached forty I thought it was time to settle, adopting two dogs and two cats as my companions and anchors. It worked - my life became so much richer for having them and they gave me good reason to explore and connect with my local area in ways I doubt I'd have done without them! Enjoy your wandering soul, wherever it leads you x
I loved this letter, Susannah. There’s so much wisdom in reframing situations/circumstances and growing as a result. Your words resonated with me. For about five years, my husband and I couldn’t leave our area, but that predicament encouraged us to find all sorts of beautiful spots within an hour radius of our house — places we hadn’t known but that had been there all along.
This is not just a hypothetical question for me but my current lived reality and the way I wrestled with that is "to live at a slower pace and just take in each moment".
"If you knew you could/would never leave the place where you live, how would you live differently?" Wow, such a shocking and surprising and expansive question. Thank you!
Until now, I hadn’t realized how much of my rootlessness was tied to writing projects.
I used to pride myself on this nomadic quality of wanderlust rather than acknowledge the deeper issue, which was really about running away from my own self. Thank you for helping me make that connection with my writing.
WHAT. A. GAME. CHANGER.
Love you, your words and your reflections 🧡
I like the part about leaning in to the problem. I believe answers will come, especially in writing. Sometimes we have to wait a bit, or take that walk, or sleep on it. Thanks for this thoughtful and thought provoking post.
I love the question, having lived here for 33 years now. I often think of the wandering of my family, my ancestors as a child of diaspora. I wonder what they would think about how far afield their progeny are from our origins, where we lived for hundreds of years? At any rate, I fully expect this to be my last home. My children, though born elsewhere, where raised here and consider it their home, for two perhaps only a base (The Compound, they call it..and they always strive to return) We left this home for 3 years to go to Australia, but kept it to come back to. How could it not be the last place I will live before I leave this earthly plane? I want my ashes upon her rivers, oceans, and mountains. Oh, a beautiful place to live, she has been. I knew I would never leave, probably 10 or 15 years ago, and have lived accordingly. Deep in her shadows, where work needed to be done. This lovely question is actually a prompt, I think. x
one of my favorite yoga cues is “root to rise”
thank you for reminding me of ways to embody the practice off my mat
I loved the question you posed Susannah! I lived a nomadic life in my twenties and thirties, so as I approached forty I thought it was time to settle, adopting two dogs and two cats as my companions and anchors. It worked - my life became so much richer for having them and they gave me good reason to explore and connect with my local area in ways I doubt I'd have done without them! Enjoy your wandering soul, wherever it leads you x
I loved this letter, Susannah. There’s so much wisdom in reframing situations/circumstances and growing as a result. Your words resonated with me. For about five years, my husband and I couldn’t leave our area, but that predicament encouraged us to find all sorts of beautiful spots within an hour radius of our house — places we hadn’t known but that had been there all along.