Thursday, April 30, 2009

finding peace

a glimpse of the path that leads to the wooded preserve area of our former home in Florida......

Hello dear friends.

My apologies for being away. Are you still there? I am soooo sorry. So much happening + so little time.

I feel as I have been far away.

We found out last February about the confirming details of our move

Then I had a month. Less than thirty days really, to pack our lives of over six years of living in Florida to the west coast.

As those of you know that have moved, as well as moved with a cast + crew of children......there is a wealth of *closure* involved.

The path going into the back lot of our preserves is a brocade of overhanging leaves, blooms, branches and vines. The groundworks of the path itself is mottled with degrees of soil, rocks + tree roots grasping it's way to the surface.

My kids grew up on the little teal colored tree swing shown here.

It was the only tree on the property that securely held their care free recklessness so they could do what kids do.........abandon themselves into the ride.

My recent path has just done that.

Abandoning myself into a ride that is often times unfamiliar and un-orchestrated creates a harrowing yet liberating journey.

Especially the journey returning home.

The enclosed deck overlooking the trees + spring-fed pond in our backyard was a place of good memories. When I look at this picture, it reminds of the kid's birthday parties, breaking bread with family + friends, having Saturday morning coffee with hubz, watching the glow of the sunset highlight the tall trees and in closing, the fragrance of chilled white wine lingering through the frost of translucent wine glasses.......

Those are the memories I have that capture perhaps the more evocative times of living here.

So hey, thank you for sticking with me and coming back.

I am saying my goodbyes to my old home. Allowing myself to feel the emptiness of being away from good friends, familiar faces + places that brought me joy + comfort. Letting go of the old to make way for new possibilities. I love the fact that I can share this with you and hope there is a similarity in ways we journey through transitions.

I love this old house, but I know it's time to let go.......

So now I gather my cherished thoughts, scent memories, taste thoughts, taste memories and tuck a few away in my heart. The rest I'll scatter like fresh petals and remind myself to fear not if I bruise a few petals along the way.

Most definitely if you were wondering.....yes new food finds + savory fresh delights have treated me well lately in southern California!

Talk with you soon.

xoxo ~ tastememory girl