My Healing House

Blogging is new to me and writing has only been a part of my life for the last year or so.  Frankly, writing was never something I was interested in.  Last March I started journaling and it has become a daily habit.  This daily habit has morphed into much more than just writing down my thoughts when I wake up in the morning, it has become an obsession, a hobby and was for several months sort of a part time job for a friend.  Now it is a passion of mine and I want to share my thoughts a few times a week with those who may be interested in me.  These thoughts will reflect happiness, my pain, my wishes and desires.  They'll touch on current events, human conditions and frankly just about anything that comes to mind at the time I sit down and begin writing.  

So today, my thoughts are mainly on me, what I've been doing and what the future holds.  My human condition is such that I'm excited and ready for changes.  I am actually sort of sad due to recent circumstance but ready for what's in store next.

In two weeks, my home here in Washington will be packed up and on June 25 I'm moving to a whole new city, new state and new way of life.  I'm like a caterpillar ready to become a butterfly and fly away.  This house I'm writing in was my retreat, my healing home and my recovery place after John died.  For the past 5 years, I've healed past hurts, sent my daughter to college from and fell in love.  Now it's become a place that I can safely say goodbye to and go to the next chapter, the last third of my life.  My past hurts have healed, my daughter grew into a lovely young woman and the love has changed.   

I traveled out of this house, 3 times to the UK, to the east coast, southwestern US and parts in between.  I brought home souvenirs from my travels to this house.  One I hold dear is a antique Scottie dog I found in a little shop in Berwick on Tweed.  He was carefully wrapped in bubble wrap and toted around Scotland in my suitcase.  Another was a stuffed Scottie  I found in the gift store in Buckingham Palace, on my first trip to the UK.  He has his own little box with the logo of the queen, in which he will be placed in when we move.  This little fellow went all over England and Scotland with me until he found his place on a table in the family room.  Now both will have places of honor in the new home in Idaho.

I got seriously ill in this house twice, nursed a sprained ankle in this house, healed a broken leg and healed my broken heart.  It's served it's purpose.  It's now ready for new owners who will love it like I did, take care of it maybe better than I did and can start the next chapter of their lives in the rooms I hold so dear.  

So dear house, my very own real home, enjoy your new family.  Let them rest in your rooms as peacefully as I did and love them like you loved me.  Cheers and peaceful energy my trusted friend and thank you for the healing memories.