Restful, deep breaths, a temporary equilibrium that feels easy.
Water runs, pipes warm; everything is stable and stationary.
There is comfort in this state for it brings a silencing of wired thoughts and yet… there is the constant danger of boredom lurking on the horizon. It’s been too long that my water has not run, that heat has been created with my own hands, that my view has changed daily, for me to fall willingly and without fight into the arms of something so… predictable.
These months here in our house between the moorland and coastline of North Yorkshire have forced me to recognise that my hunger for the road is not simply for the sake of travel, but more importantly: the sake of connection. Connection to every small seemingly incidental action that we open ourselves up to when we wander; when we make life tiny, yet wide, because there is the realisation that we are forever living in the moment.
Living in a house the moment can be lost within the ease of it all and yes, that can be welcome: to know that when travel fatigue sets in I can put my key in a door behind which I will find my pictures and books, cushions and blankets, writing desk and typewriter and know that I can stop, burrow down, rest; is something I do not take lightly.
But I find myself periodically running to our caravan tucked away in the corner of a field in the South of England so that I might fill up water containers, feel the wind all night long and be connected to life and when there I find myself dreaming rose-droplet-framed dreams about the road: about campfires and weathered faces; conversations and music, and I know that this house-living-lark could never be every day.
And so, as a family, we adjust to the realisation that we are here, find joy in the vegetables growing at our allotment and tentatively allow our roots to venture a little below the surface, whilst also reminding ourselves that there will always be a need for us to go away… to walk barefoot, wash our clothes in a bowl, cook on one ring and wake up together overlooking the sea, because we are travellers, wanderers, gyspy souls and it is the call of the road that makes us know we are alive.
Here I like to muse about life, share news of writing projects & wanderings, showcase nature-inspired jewellery & gifts from my family micro-business, Little Loquat and weave the words that crowd my mind, into little stories.