"Home is where the heart is" so the saying goes.
I love my home and where ever I live I'm like a little birdy feathering her nest with glittery, pretty things. My sun sign is practical Capricorn but my ascending sign is Libra so like to pretty things up whereever I am - beautiful and harmonious surroundings are the order of my day! I've been known to paint a kitchen turquoise, my bedroom floor rose pink, to decorate the walls of my loo with postcards, and to chalk paint vintage furniture. I like the unconventional and the quirky, the wild and the natural, the sparkly and eye-catching.
Since my early twenties I've moved 18 times or so, 5 times in the last 4 years. Most of those moves have been directed by necessity - University in Wales; work in London; travelling around Australia for work; moving in with boyfriends; finding a home after seperating from my children's father that was close to the school they were attending.
My most recent move was a year ago last May. I looked around me and realised that my reason for living in Exeter had been for a job I no longer had and my ex. I had the choice to try to stay put to keep my children at their lovely, sought after, primary school and to keep their father happy or to make a move. My home area was calling me where all my family live in South Devon. I asked the universe for a house near my chosen school with a garden and lots of space inside, bright and airy, and my wish was granted, which I am so very grateful for beyond words...then an inner voice started calling.
An urge has been growing recently more and more that I need to live my truth, beyond the conventional and what is is expected. I've started to question who I am living my life for. I've ticked all the boxes and crossed all the t's, dotted all the i's - but who for? Am I playing the role of "the good girl", "the obedient daughter", "the responsible and honourable mother" "the respectful woman" and losing something far greater? In moving to our lovely rental home, 5 mins walk to school, easy access for my children's father (although he despises driving the 15 miles from Exeter and constantly reminds me of that shameful woman that I am ;-) ) I've realised how much I yearn to be surrounded by wild open countryside and - I will sound ungrateful now - I'm not - how much I detest living on an estate with a square patch of grass of lawn at the back devoid of flowers and plant life (which I have no desire to invest time and money in as its not ours) that is overlooked at the back by the windows of houses, every pedestrian and dog walker who passes on the pavement, and at the front by blocks of flats.
I yearn for trees, wild flowers, streams and rivers and wide open spaces to run and shout and throw all my clothes off if the urge takes me. The wild woman in me is awakening. I'm following the wild path and I have no idea where I will end up. Its a new, heart-driven, exciting journey.
I was very inspired today reading Leonie Dawson's blog about her move from Tasmania back to Canberra. http://leoniedawson.com/were-moving/
Today it's just me and my son, my daughter is on a sleepover. We are off on an adventure to find a wild beach for our picnic and a swim.
Have a beautiful day!
Blessings Claire x
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