Rainbow lorikeets make good use of the trees while offering a different voice to the urban sounds of traffic and domestic equipment. It is easily possible to forget that I am only a fifteen minute walk to the city.
What makes this dwelling home after twelve months of a somewhat nomadic existence? It is knowing that I won’t have to move unless I want to. Having moved house six times in the last ten years because landlords have decided to sell or raise the rent to levels I have not been able to afford, it has become the most relevant reason.
So I have been setting up home once again. It has been a joyous experience. Finding new items to bring into my space while delighting in the pleasant surprise of unpacking old favorites has been part of this joy.
This move is different to all other moves because this time, my children have not moved with me. I feel as if I have been instructed to start from scratch. It’s not just a new home. It’s not just a new beginning. It’s a new life.
It’s not that the old has been discarded. It is rather that the old has transformed and I must be ready to meet it on fresh terms. And the old includes who I have been and how I have been, not just a few months or years ago but even a few moments ago, a second ago!
In all this movement and change, and now this settling down, I feel the strength and the ever-growing sense of two things – Gratitude and Faith.
Deepening gratitude, strengthening faith.
And so I am blessed. And so I bless.
May I live for the greatness and goodness of all.
You wreck my shop and my house and now my heart, but
how can I run from what
gives me life? I’m weary of personal worrying, in love
with the art of madness!
Jalal Ad-Din Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks in The Soul of Rumi