Sleep eludes me in these early morning hours, as my mind traces over the past two years, lessons learned, lives that I have been blessed to have been a part of, and the place by the sea that I have spent so much of my time and energy the past several years.
Today marks my final day as an employee at Soba Recovery Center in Malibu, CA. My husband and I have decided to move from Los Angeles to Portland, Oregon, and since we made the decision to journey north, three words have echoed in my mind.
The first is ‘bittersweet.’ While I am looking forward to the future, I truly love the work that I do at Soba and feel eternally grateful to have had the opportunity to work in a place that has given me the flexibility and independence to do the work I love and many inspiring clients to work with and share in the healing journey.
The second word is ‘faith.’ Faith to trust in my journey, to trust that moving to Oregon is the best move for myself and my family, to have faith in my work as it evolves to include a larger private practice and workshops in a new city, that there will be connections formed and an opportunity to make enough so that I can do what I love to do the next day. To have faith that I am following my road, my journey, and that the sun shines just as brightly in Oregon, and more rain means fresh air and more rainbows.
And the third word is ‘excitement.’ Waves of excitement wash over me for what is to come in life. Excitement in celebrating the horizon, pausing to soften into the currents of change. Excitement to incorporate the healing magic of the forest into my life, my work, and my own journey.
Paulo Coehlo, author of the famous book, The Alchemist, writes:
“In life, a person can take one of two attitudes: to build or to plant. The builders might take years over their tasks, but one day, they finish what they’re doing. Then they find that they’re hemmed in by their own walls. Life loses its meaning when the building stops.
Then there are those who plant. They endure storms and all the vicissitudes of the seasons, and they rarely rest. But unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And while it requires the gardener’s constant attention, it also allows life for the gardener to be a great adventure.
Gardeners always recognize each other, because they know that in the history of each plant lies the growth of the whole World.”
Thank you for being a part of my journey, the seeds, the fertile earth, the rain, and the sun, as your courage and bravery continue to inspire my own garden to grow.
With love and warmth,