Naturally, this was the first room I unpacked and organized. My study and mediation area.
So far, both of our neighbors have come over to introduce themselves and welcome us to the neighborhood. I missed the couple who came over and brought us brownies yesterday. I came out on the porch for coffee this morning and spotted them on their porch. Of course, it didn't occur to me that I should wave and say hello until after I'd sat in the rocker with my back to them. The mornings are slow and hard on my brain. I hope they do not take it as a poor first impression of me.
I love our new home! It feels as though something big is changing. It feels as though it is whispering inspiration to me. Will my poetry come back? Will I grow more? In what ways will I grow?