Dearest Lovers Of Life,
This is the first of some posts (possibly!) around slow house-hunting, or finding a new home. I’m sitting in my/ our own home – the only one I ever owned, in the medieval quarter, beside 
in the kitchen, with the stove on - burning paintings as it happens – and the sun pouring in the windows. We’re drinking tea after eating pizza for breakfast, and working on our computers: an ideal morning, after a slightly crazy day yesterday, driving around the countryside south of Benevento (BN, Italy).
We are bringing two great rivers of creativity together, and are feeling the intensity of what that brings up: like two real-life rivers meeting and melding; all kinds of detritus being stirred and thrown to the sides, all kinds of chaos and eddies and resettling involved… We are shaken every day by this spiritual force of change – in ourselves and in the ‘patrix’, around us and in the elements. It feels very very new each dawn: our bodies feel new, our faces look different, weird symptoms come and go, and we humbly get on with the Good Work in the everymoment, conscious that we are accumulating momentum and good juju…
Making ‘decisions’ in this context, is quite a feat.
And we are mastering our capacity to do so.
Finding a new house by the conventional method would likely involve trawling through internet listings. And we’re occasionally dipping in there for fun, but mostly our process is a magical mystery tour of following coincidences, signs, connections – and being guided by a deep-felt knowing, visions, dreams, and even fun!
My house-selling story has been similarly non-linear: I put The Arthouse up for sale online many years ago, took it down after receiving too many nonsense queries about it, put it back up online at various points, took it down again because of the psychosis of the past few years, and again, last year, got a ‘final’ sign on the door, with the clear intention of moving.
I looked at various houses and areas too – on my own, around Apice, Sepino, even around the current town we are Living in, Guardia Sanframondi… But all roads seemed to end before I could even think about moving. I know now that I had to be with Vincent, before I could actually make the move, and I know too that the move has to be fully aligned with our shared intention, and NOT blocked by our fears, our presumptions, our neuroses or any wrong compromise on our Living Dream.
We’ve been through quite a roller-coaster, our first five months together: moving house already twice – three times effectively, for my Beloved! And struggling in freezing weather in a tent, physically combatting with a ridiculous rental home up a Portuguese glen, getting harassed by AirBnB hosts who were trespassing our privacy, humming and hawing around whether or not to return to Italy, when to move, how to move, what to pack, where to store stuff…. if and when to go back for it… Whether or not to live in Portugal, Italy, Spain, Cyprus, Scotland, The Netherlands…
Our practise has centred around keeping calm and focussed, amongst all of this! Chopping wood and carrying water, lighting the fire and emptying the ashes, preparing food and eating in sacred candlelight, foraging and storing wild food and medicines, brewing tea and drinking it whilst looking over the panoramic view – and musing over the next panoramic view to come…
We’re working right now on how to balance wants, needs, knowledge, intuition, intention, and courage: this is how we are building a Right foundation for where we are heading next: I know that we are meant to be grounded and rooted in one place for a while, so that we can develop mature permaculture systems and biodiverse symbiosis with our surroundings. I have felt the Call for a long time, around settling, nesting, making space to be truly Free, and to blossom into What We Are Meant To Be. It took a while to get my Beloved by my side, and now we’re in the practical motions of actually lining up our Life Paths, so that we can hone in on this nest together.
Today we’re going to ground ourselves by making love, deep self-care, washing clothes in the lavanderia (instead of by hand, as usual!), NOT driving a long distance, picking up tronchetti and a bombola so we can be warm and well-fuelled in our home… And we’ll be doing some visioning-planning, exploring maps, making lists of our wants and needs, talking out loud about the vague ideas we have floating around inside of us – bringing them into the light and into the physical.
We Know that our Right Home is waiting for us, in the Right Place: it is not far away or out of reach or hard to find. It is Right Where It Is, and when we are clear about deserving it and being able to navigate to it – we will be there. And then The Arthouse will sell and we’ll be in the next (Love!!) House!
We have all the resources that we need, including a hired car this week, BTC and HIVE in the ‘bank’, and our whole living senses alert to what feels good: it is only a matter of time/ aligment, before we find our perfect spot to sit down and rest, and begin building A New World.
