Enchanted Mama: Soft Edges::

softer edges. less dramatic. misty.

we've started a new adventure. a different chapter in our story that has taken us to the water. a place i find my solace. my peace. my breath.

it's been a transition to say the least. a decision made by the end of may. a move that brought us here in time for the first school picnic. a different path to school. or three different schools i might say. whorling at a different speed than our life before. challenging our courage. strengthening our family. attempting pauses to notice what we are grateful for.

we moved from mystic mountains. away from dear friends and a life we had built over eight years. to start something here closer to family. near an elusive, dreamy edge.

i've sorted the last of the boxes. now there are piles that await homes. routines settled into. ryhthm still shifting and changing but there. there after a long hiatus. breathing through overwhelm. noticing the dew settled on bikes discarded in the yard.

we have more land to roam. more places for the children to burst forth out of the house and play. trees to climb. paths to create. picnics to have. secret gardens to cultivate.

outside there is a studio. a place full of windows, white walls and tall ceilings that hold wishes and ideas. a place to cultivate my next plans. i envision twinkly lights and gatherings there. a place to swap stories and ponder dreams. it's there when i squint my eyes.

there are items yet to find a home. most of which will be donated. old journals full of ideas and ramblings may be cleared out. leaving room for new inspiration. i'm holding onto nothing that makes my heart heavy. my desire to feel light and free in this space empowers this movement. even though it feels hard at times. very hard to let go of what felt like me before.

I remind myself to breathe. to read. to give thanks and find joy in each day. I remember that I'm a part of this wild adventure called life and it should be lived.