The home should be the treasure chest of living.
~ Le Corbusier
Hey, Lovelies.
Something shifted for me in the past two weeks.
Finally, the treehouse feels like home.
It’s hard to define, but the shift is so strong. I am settled here. Peaceful in a way I haven’t been since early childhood.
Perhaps it happened when I placed my poetry books and childhood books on the shelves in my bedroom.
Or when I placed new zafu and zabuton meditation cushions on the floor in our bedroom for Ben and I.
Maybe it was when I unpacked our old china plates, or when we unfurled the new rug and placed our antique dining table in the centre of the room where the mountain of packing boxes used to be.
Perhaps it was when we hung a favourite painting on the wall it has rested against for the past twelve months, or when we added a brand new piece of art that we found by accident, while out searching for a coffee table.
Or when I picked the first dahlia from our garden, planted with random seeds Ben had found and brought from the farm.
Or when we set up the big crystal grids under this new piece of sky.
Maybe it’s because we both feel like we ‘fit’ here in this new neighbourhood and this new life.
When you find that sense of home, it’s life-changing.
I feel anchored in ways I could not have known possible.
It’s good. So good.
I look forward to what springs from this settled energy within me.
How can you find this same energy for yourself? Follow your heart. Let your surroundings become an expression of your inner terrain. Take time to slow down and tune in, because that’s when clarity comes.
Love, and extra hugs because I missed you! Nicole xx
