Prologue

This space has fallen quiet and it's not for lack of want, but lack of words. It's been in waiting for the right things to say and being able to hold a space for the responses that come.

The last month has been one of trial and big heavy decisions, of climate changes both physical and emotional, a letting go of so very much.

This weekend we settled our little gypsy circus into a house. We parked our home on wheels in a solemn lot as tears spilled down my face. Our Grand Adventure has taken a turn and will now continue from a cozy house in the mid-west, rather than our gypsy wagon.

I am sad. I won't deny this and I don't have a space for you to tell me all the positives. The last two years for me personally have seen the largest growth and the deepest finding of who I am and what I know to be true.

This was the best move for us, right now. I see that and know it in my core, but it doesn't make the transition any less. I am forever changed by this journey. I will never be the same girl that I was when we drove 2000 miles across the country with empty pockets and only tiny trinkets. The road is forever a part of me now.

And more than anything, I am full of gratitude. For the miles, the lessons, the stirrings, for the tiny pieces of each place that I carry in my soul and for every person I met along the way. Namaste.

{I started out calling this post Epilogue but I'm still convinced this isn't where the story ends, it's where a new one begins}