A couple of months ago, I was debating leaving my beloved Tulum. There were many reasons swirling in my head and feelings in my heart, that I won’t get into here, but one thing that was holding me back was a little attachment to the comfort of my house.
“I live in this great little “casita” that I have made my sacred sanctuary for my work and spiritual practice. Diesel has a front yard shaded by two gorgeous trees that he can lounge in as I take client calls and write for hours upon hours…..I love the space I’ve created in my house – it’s like my own little ashram.”
I had really created a home there. From all the travels that I’ve done, I’ve kinda made it an art to move into spaces and make them mine. I have small trinkets and spiritual items that bring the light and spiritual energy into my space and make it sacred.
Sometimes I’d be in a guesthouse for a night or two traveling through some random small village in India and I’d have incense, a clean Ganesha bedcover, and my small altar easily accessible in my luggage so I could clear the energy before I slept. The scent, the things that surround me, and the energy of my space is important for me.
So, when my landlord came and cut down a beautiful tree in my front yard, I was devastated. But I took it as a sign to go. You can read more about that here.
“And yet, I know it’s time to go. The deepest part of me knows it’s time to move on. The deepest parts of me even knows that what’s coming is EVEN BETTER than it is now.”
Well, the Universe was so absolutely right.