If home is where the heart is then I have 2 amazing homes – well 3 actually.
Oz is where my family and some very dear friends live – all over West Australia.
Singapore is where my dear brother Marc lives.
Ireland – and specifically Ballinamore – is where I live.
Now until someone develops a matter transporter I can only live in one place at a time.
So – when I’m in Oz – I’m in Oz totally. Same with Singapore and Ireland. I choose not to be torn – being in 1 place and yearning to be in another.
I’m back in Ballinamore and happy as a sand flea – a sand flea with a big warm coat and socks – it’s cold here.
It’s been 10 days since I got back and all the jetlag and discombobulation is gone.
Speaking of jetlag. The best description of the beast is in a book Marc gave me for the long haul flight:
‘ Five hours New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in Camden Town to the dire and ever-circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm … She knows, now, absolutely … that Damien’s theory of jetlag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here … Souls can’t move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.’ (pattern recognition. william gibson. 2003) Amazing book by the way.
Exactly how I felt for about a week … waiting for my soul/spirit to catch up as it said longer goodbyes to my family, friends and the land. I waited patiently, and in a slightly disconnected and detached way, for all of me to get back together.
Thankfully I am now soul full.
I arrived back in Ballinamore a day earlier than expected and was met by people’s cries of ‘ your not due back until tomorrow!’. What’s a woman to do? Go back?
Apparently I had disrupted people’s plans to have a fire on, flowers strewn, new linen on the bed. I wondered if they’d had to cancel the band! I really do love this town and the friends I have made here.
I spent a few days catching up and distributing presents and catching up more. I missed a cold and wet and miserable January (nothing new there) but people were pretty happy as I seemed to have brought a few days of sunshine with me.
I now plan to leave Ireland – every January for a month – and get some sunshine and a sense of a different culture. The 2009 destination is Marrakech and Essauira in Morrocco.
Moving around can be both unsettling and inspiring – I’ve felt both over the last few months. So to honour the journey I rearranged my lounge room and my office. I’ve created a gorgeous sacred space where I slow down and – nothing – breathe.
I’m back working away on a contract and have requests from existing clients for some small pieces of work – just as I wanted. I made a wishing that no big new contracts come in until Marchish. I want to take my time slowly at this time of year and will rev up the liz engine in March. I already have some ideas of the kind of clients and contracts I want to attract.
‘Where are the photos ‘ I hear you demand.
Give me a little more time to sort and edit and I’ll post a few.
I went for a walk with a dear friend over the weekend around a lake near here. I took some fab photos and I was so happy to be in my landscape. My friend said that my Irish (and Lennon’s are from Leitrim) DNA was letting me know that I was home. I can’t find words to describe the uncanny connection I feel to this area.
So dear reader – I hope the year has started well for you and that the challenges and opportunities of the year deepen your strength and capacity for joy. If there are tears then cry them well and enjoy the moments of silly and deep laughter – by yourself or with others.
Basically, be true to yourself and truthful with yourself.
I’m off now to say hi to the neighbours.