Home Yet? Or Still Caught Between Worlds?

Ahhhh .... my sister Lisa and I arrived safely in Italy just a few days ago.

My lead foto is the view from the dining room of our beautiful new home in the little medieval city of Cagli, which is about 30 minutes from the Adriatic Coast. If you picture the peninsula, we’re nearly at the top calf of the boot, to the east.

It’s gorgeous here and we both really love it. I have messaged over and again to friends that I am sooooo happy. I really am.

And yet, it may be a while before a sense of peace really sets into all fibers of my being. My sleep hasn’t settled yet, nor have my nightscapes.

For months I have had recurring dreams that I am lost, and I can’t get home. Quite possibly ;), this is a metaphor for this years-long process I’ve placed myself in ... finally making a gargantuan move from a lifetime in LA, to a new life in Europe.

In the dreams I’ve usually lost my purse, which ... come to think of it, would equal literally losing my identity. My ID, phone, money, personal stuff is kept there and suddenly I’m without any of it. That situation is surely risky, and risk is certainly what I’m up to. I’ve forever left behind 95% of my possessions. Maybe my subconscious thinks that radical life choice equals a loss of identity and, maybe even certifiable insanity.

Somewhere in France or California is usually where the dream is set. I usually wake myself up because I don’t want the dream to play out. It’s too scary.

Years ago, I’d heard that if you can be lucid enough in a dream – and I probably am in these dreams – you can ask what’s going on, and get clarity that way. Or, tell the villain or adversary in the story, that you’re not afraid. I actually did this once in a dream and the monster-of-sorts turned into a loving angel. Hmmmmm.

Not that I wish for more of these dreams, but maybe next time I can try that. Or maybe I can journal this out in a dialogue with Spirit, which I am really good at. I just took the foto below of a beautiful piece in our home, maybe it’s trying to tell me something.

Maybe in my new, very pretty neighborhood I will find a new tree to adopt and we can have conversations. I’m also really good at that practice.

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