I know I must have Gypsy Blood somewhere in my lineage! I just cannot stay put in one place, and the older I get, the more freedom my Spirit screams it must have!
I put all that would not fit in my car in storage , headed about 5 1/2 hours away to hang out in a new town for a few months, then am planning a short excursion to sunny Florida for Christmas before heading back to my Happy Soul Location in New Mexico!
I will be able to see current friends, make new ones, experience new adventures, offer healing services, and write the novel that is really writing itself! The existence of social media and electronic mail allows me to take friends and family with me .
Feeling the Winds of Freedom blowing me onward and encouraging me to once again take a risk, while allowing the fears and apprehensions to be present in my gut, I still continue to follow the constant wanderlust of my Nomad-Heart all wrapped around the desire to avoid what feels like imprisonment of a routine life.
For many living day to day with the resistance to change because of internal fears is common place. Fears of making a mistake, of running out of money, a belief in lack, the need of a stable home, safe relationships , familiar environments, or any other self imposed beliefs create walls that often prevent people from jumping off the Proverbial Cliffs of Risk-Taking.
Long ago I made a commitment to my Creator that I would be willing to go anywhere I was needed to be of Service. With this focus I have been inspired by connecting and conversing with a variety of people and animals in my travels. Just today I met a young woman who was a clerk in a store. She is about to embark on her journey to enter Divinity School. We had a sweet conversation about forgiveness and the need to offer compassion instead of hate and fear to those inflicting their pain and suffering on others. Opening our hearts to as many people as possible by listening without judgment to the stories shared is an honor and privilege.
Connecting my Spirit to the various lands my feet and tires meet along the way as my inner Gypsy marches on does not seem courageous or strange. It is my passion and my soul’s yearning .