There have been no significant updates for either house this week and everything seems a little slow and a little quiet. The calm before the storm. Skye will be moving to her new yard in a week’s time and I will still be here. Only able to visit and ride her at the weekends, for as long as this process takes. I’m trusting that she’ll settle, and that she’ll be ok. I know she will, but I can’t stand being away from her. Skye is as much a part of my soul as I am of hers. But everything will come together as it should.
This week has been a big lesson in trusting the process. I have had my cage well and truly rattled over the last few weeks and I’m just starting to regain a little stability before our lives are thrown off kilter once again. If you’ve moved house before you’ll understand the long, slow wait where nothing much seems to be happening, but there’s so much simmering away in the background. The feeling that you have so much to do but no idea when to start, or when things need to be done by. It’s a place I’m not at all comfortable in. But it’s a place I’m learning to grow in. To ease in to surrender, letting people do their jobs, and trusting that things that need to get done, will get done. To trust that everything’s going to come together at the perfect time.
But I’m also feeling a little impatient. Everything’s pointing towards wonderful things opening up for us once we’re home and I believe that. I really do. But I also want just a taste of it now. A little hint of what’s to come. And in some ways I have. A space opening up for Skye at the yard behind the house so she’ll always be close. Tom getting his new job, mere miles down the road. It feels as if the seams of our lives are slowly but surely knitting together. That divine thread pulled taut, binding, sealing.
And it feels like we’ve not really had to work for it. The only thing I’ve had to work for is to allow. To loosen my hold on life and let it flow. Allowing old doors to close gracefully and new ones to open and welcome us home. It feels good.
It’s my birthday next week. 31. Pisces season. And I’ve been thinking a lot about my upcoming year. I’ve come so far already, who will I be when I’m turning 32? I’m excited to meet her. A whole year of growth, wisdom and becoming. So much promise and potential. But I must remember to live my life now. There is plenty of time to become Isobel, again. But the real beauty is in the process of transformation. In the work and rest. In the space to allow and hold and be held. The real beauty is in love. Always, in love.
Currently…
Reading
I’ve almost come to the end of my current read, which is perfect timing for March’s goal of reading a book in French. I’m really looking forward to it, although I know it’ll be a challenge!
Watching
I started watching Emily in Paris. I wasn’t sure at first but now… J’ADORE. I’ve found myself laughing out loud, trying to understand the French without the captions. Maybe it’s because I’m a marketer too, or that I can empathise with the need to try to desperately fit in and please, but I’m hooked!
Listening to
This came up on my shuffled songs whilst driving recently, and it was just the most perfect song for everything I’ve been feeling recently.
Loving
Three hour hacks in the gorgeous countryside with wonderful friends. New opportunities. Trying delicious new recipes. Good skin days. Everything coming together perfectly.
Ps: Next weekend is going to be busy with birthday celebrations and moving Skye to her new home so you may not hear from me until the following week, when I will also owe you a Top 10’s post!