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I’ve known for a long time that I would soon be moving house...now the date has been set! Last night I was stuck by a wave of sadness. Sadness to be leaving this home I’m currently in because, well, it’s my home! And because it’s the only home I’ve known since moving to Australia eight and a half years ago.
These saddened parts of me didn’t want to move to the new apartment because I felt like it’s not a home, it’s just a place to stay...for now. I think that some of this sadness is for the closing of a chapter. It’s time for me to move on. Literally, figuratively and in every way. I am ready and have been asking for change. I have been choosing expansion.
I allowed myself to shed some tears - a brilliant form of release. Then I breathed and integrated home those parts of me that were triggered by my pending move, by the feeling of time running out and by the feeling of being without a home.
Then a voice from within sent me a reminder of something that I’d written not even two weeks ago: a collection of short stories for children, about a young boy who talks to and seeks advice from his soul. They’re short and very simple - like children themselves. No bullshit, just free and easy to receive. When writing them I did have the feeling that I was writing to myself. I was telling myself these simple stories, cutting through all the red tape that the mind provides and expressing a simple message.
One of these stories was about Marney, the young boy, moving to a new home. He also didn’t want to go! Coincidence? I think not : )
This story is the second of the collection.
I kind of laughed when I remembered this story. I breathed and integrated some more, and today I’m feeling better. Still not overly thrilled by the new apartment, I feel my time there will be fleeting. I have a real feeling of change right now. It was chosen by me and is welcome, but on its way into my life it has been triggering me. This I find natural and a blessing, because it means I can clear the old and truly embrace the new. Whatever that may be.
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Saturday, 26 March 2011
Messages For Me
Marney Makes a New Home.
Marney likes to sit by himself at playtime. Sometimes in his imagination he is visited by his soul, and together they discuss many wondrous and enlightening things.
Marney wished that today would be one of these days because he really, really wanted to talk to his soul. Marney’s wish came true!
Marney was very clever at expanding his imagination, so that when he expanded it far enough his soul appeared, sitting on the bench beside him.
Marney’s soul was Marney’s favourite friend. Marney always felt happy and smiley and safe and able to talk about anything, no matter how silly the thing seemed to others.
“Dearest Marney, what has been bothering you?” His soul asked.
Marney bit his lip but then spoke — from his heart — about what he’d been a little afraid of recently.
“I’m moving house, but I don’t really want to!” Marney blurted out. He was glad he did, he already felt happier just by speaking up and sharing with his dear friend.
Marney’s soul, his colours swirling wonderfully, smiled. He said, “Do you want to know a secret, Marney?”
Marney nodded quickly for he loved the secrets that his soul shared with him.
Marney’s soul reached out a colourful hand and pointed at Marney’s tummy and heart. Then he said, “Your home is within you, Marney. No matter which house you live in, no matter if you travel the whole world, you will always be home because your home is within you.”
Marney put his hand on his tummy and giggled and smiled. His concern about moving houses was gone, like magic.
After school that afternoon, Marney told his parents that they could move anywhere they wanted and he wouldn’t mind at all.
“My home is within me,” he told them.
And from then on anytime when Marney felt alone or lost or homesick, he remembered to put his hands on his tummy and he felt like dancing with joy and shining so brightly, because he was home.