I am leaving my little cottage on the lane; in fact, next week will be my last here. We found a period townhouse in a small village on the coast. It’s just that little bit closer to conveniences, which my partner has been missing dearly since we moved out here.
Saying good-bye to this place will be hard. I appreciate the quirky charm and homey vibe of the house, and the unspeakable beauty of the landscape surrounding it. I have formed relationships with many of the trees, and have finally identified the sun and moon rise patterns along the ridge.
I’ve mentioned here before how uprooted I feel. How it seems that once I left the nurturing environs of my family farm, I was fated to ever be a wanderer.
This isn’t the worst fate one could have. I’ve had the privilege of experiencing, and making a temporary home in, spectacular places: from the Rocky Mountains to the Appalachians, from the wide desert of Nevada to the all-American mid-west, and so many places in-between.
But it’s still hard.
My heart is tender as I say good-bye to the other-than-human-person friends I have made in this place, and I feel a deep foreboding that I will never see them again. I will miss looking out at the Knockmealdown Mountains; with their deep roots of peace and stillness. I will miss hearing the Raven, who perches in the tall pine in the front garden speaking her strange eldritch language. I will miss the rabbit field, and the badger ring. I will miss the brooding standing stones that guard a long-used path. I will miss the song birds that come to our feeders every day. I will miss the SW wind that whispers in the tall trees. I will miss the expansive view and the wash of clear stars and the total silence.
I return now to the world of human-persons, with their chatter and cars and clink, clink, clink. Which has its own magic and beauty.
Wish me luck!
Confessions of a Hedge Witch 
That makes me feel sad. My little house here in the woods by the stream is my only piece of sanity in this world. I pray in your move you will still find some spots of nature nearby. And i am sure the raven and animals and trees will miss you too.
Thank you, Blau. Clíodhna is strongly associated with the coastal waters here, and she left Tir Tairngire to be with her lover. I think as I walk the beach near my new house, she and I will console one another. May your little woods and stream be ever Blessed, and May they ever Thrive.
Blessings and good luck!
Thanks! 🙂
I was only in your little cottage for three weeks, and I still miss it terribly; I can only imagine what you might be feeling. Still, I think I understand. All blessings and love to you in your new adventure.
Thank you, love! xo
Luck!