We all lead such busy lives sometimes. Between work, errands and social commitments our days can feel pulled in many directions.
It’s during these times that we depend on the comfort we receive from our own personal space. Our home. Yet when that space changes or we move onto a new dwelling it can easily turn your life upside down.
Heather can relate to this experience. Her story about letting go of her comfort and joy and learning to embrace another space is lovely and insightful.
I’m delighted to share her wonderful story.
Heidi Allen – Positive People Army Founder
I was feeling distant, and disconnected from the space I had just rented.
Exactly one month ago today I signed the dotted line on the offer for my condo. Yesterday, I handed over the keys and said good bye. I sat in my living room chair while I was there. It held me close, knowing it would be the last time. I bought that chair over a decade ago, comfy as anything, still in good shape, but I decided to leave it and my couch behind for the new owner. She’s a nice girl, I tell the purple wall. I look around and I smile and cry at the same time. Be good to her sweet condo home, give her all you gave me and more.
Give her peace, serenity, healing. Give her compassion, love and the power to believe. Give her strength, memories and loads of laughter. Go gently on her soul when she needs to cry. Give her beautiful sunrises, safety and room to grow.
Every single emotion I’ve needed to feel since making this decision needed to come up yesterday. As an Intuitive Healer I knew the time would come, and I knew that as soon as I walked in, it was going to be my space to have that experience. No one else could be there, it couldn’t be while I was doing the final cleaning, or shuffling of boxes. It had to happen while I was there, alone, with the walls and rooms that helped me transform another chunk of my life over the last two and a half years. Good bye sacred space, my former home.
I’ve rented other apartments in the past and they all had a certain level of greatness. Then it hit me this morning. Cooking is creative. Writing is creative. Music is creative. I’m here, to create.
I write this today from my new space. A space that feels light and was energetically confusing, for a minute. I’d call it home, but home holds a different definition for me now, which is a whole other book for another time. This space, I think I may call her, the Studio. One because I pay for it and can call it whatever I want, and two, because the word studio just feels exactly what it is for.
I am here to create, to love, to work, to play. I’m designing my life and therefore, I am an artist. An artist needs a space, a space away from everyone and everything to get in touch with their inner muse. Bam! Now it all makes sense.
I realized when I was looking for an apartment, everything felt off. I couldn’t figure out why. The last day or so, the word studio had been popping up in my mind. Of course after years of remembering I’m supposed to pay attention when certain words or situations continue to pop up, I knew something was coming into my awareness that was going to throat punch me, as ah-ha moments usually do.
I wasn’t looking for a place to live, they way people mean when they say “where do you live”. What I was being guided to was a place to create and work.
I know the power of labels and words.
Phew. Glad I got that sorted out. Isn’t hindsight great? I don’t know why my guides have to be such little jerks sometimes and give me the run around. Yeah, they’re all laughing in the background right now as I write because they know I’m a pain in the ass, and they dish it right back.
Although my Studio (yeah I’m diggin’ it) has all the necessities and on paper looks like an apartment, what I see and feel after my discovery is a deep profound energy that I understand and know much differently than the label I was chasing after.
This is my Studio. Welcome.
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