Unpacking the boxes of my dream home

The grateful heart is a magnetic heart

It’s been a rough and beautiful year. Pure magic sprinkled with deeply uncomfortable challenges.

I see this year as a magnificent cupcake regally appointed with rainbow sprinkles. It’s the kind of cupcake that could easily leave you never daring to enjoy (even naturally colored) rainbow sprinkles again. Describing it this way has just ensured that the first cupcake batch I bake in this house will most definitely have rainbow sprinkles—or maybe even glitter or both!

I know you’ll want to eat one of those & the kids will be stoked.

I’ll share more about the rough, so I can deepen the savor and integration of the lessons. But that’s for another story.

This is the story of Home. This is the story of living my dream life, while allowing it to be a work in progress. After all, a life not in progress is no more a life at all. It’s our final (in this body) ascension.

Our lives are always a masterpiece in progress.

Maybe this is part your story too.

It’s easy to get caught up in others’ ideas of what a dream life is. But this is the year we unstick ourselves from living other people’s dreams. It’s the time we release from those who seek to acquire our light—not realizing they have their own borne from the same infinite well. Our dreams need not spring from a place of constant attention seeking to gain external validation, uncomfortable in our own skin.

You never know the impact you have on another’s life. How one’s path to self-discovery and inner freedom becomes another’s haunting or inspiration.

Here’s what you can know. You’re on an amazing adventure. It’s short even when it feels long. We can never truly know just how short the divine play in this body is.

As you find your way to the depths of your own heart and soul, that clearing ripples out infinitely. Your family and inner circle benefit first.

My life is so simple & adventurous, I have often not known where to begin or how to land. I have had a cycle of beginning and landing over + over again with home.

I spent decades of adult life looking for home. Exploring the meaning of home.

Its sweaty, tinny taste or sweet. Most often sensing home in motion.

We all have superpowers. Mine include the magic touch I have for creating beautiful spaces—using what I have and sprinkling in the new. I’m also deft and deliberate in purging, purifying, decluttering, and letting go. I love big, sentimentally at times, devotional always (almost). That love gushes at times, and it wields scimitar and space.

These two particular powers work together to create masterful discernment. I recognize what’s important, the values that matter to me most, and I move in that direction. Following the intuitive guidance of my heart, I transmute the demons I meet on my path, whether that’s in a closet, a house, or in my life.

What are your superpowers? Claim them and reclaim them!
Share in the comments. I’d love to cheer you on.

As one of my teachers says, You are the path; the path is you. So whatever we meet along the way is meant for us. It is the most relevant teacher for wherever we are in our path, ourselves.

Discerning is just the beginning though. Taking action on what we viscerally know to be true required lionhearted presence. This year, I was shown that we cannot just (ego-) spiritualize our way out of our inner knowing.

Following our hearts often doesn’t make sense to the externally conditioned ways of being and conforming. It can be hard to explain in words to people who just aren’t yet equipped to understand.

This is why it is said that the yogi unpredictable. I’m not talking flaky pretzel yoga, but those who are truly leaning into the spiritual path and their own inner guidance system. We can replace the term yogi or yogini with priestess, shaman, sadhak, whatever. I never recommend giving your power away to words. Rather, realize how powerful and creative words are. Wield them wisely, with care and awareness.

I also have to say here, that following the heart does not supersede the mind. It’s not fluffy, and the heart can also read biomedical literature and scientific papers—the lines and between the lines.

The external noise wants to control you, and when it can’t it gets violent.

We see this playing out on the greater stage in the news & media industry all the time. For me, this year, it was front in center in my life. It was fascinating for me to watch how I wanted to look away, yet couldn’t! Metaphorical train wreck stuff.

I wanted to ignore the uncomfortable reality and proceed as I believed it could be in my dream. After all the ‘spiritual’ work I’d done, I wanted to pretend the subtle violence and manipulation wasn’t happening and that it couldn’t affect me. You know, I had totally transcended that sh*t already!

I have to laugh at the games of the mind and its spiritual ego. Simultaneously, I scoop up my inner little girl in my arms and remind her, she never deserved to be treated poorly. She has permission to speak up for herself, set boundaries that are healthy for her. Not only does she have permission, this is what she came here for! It is her birthright to find and share her voice—(in love, the devotion carries a sword and boons of fearless abundance).

Home.

Home is where the heart is. Home is wherever I’m with you (my beloved). Home is within me, wherever I happen to be.

My favorite part of living abroad, was leaving the homes I created there to travel and then return.

In fact, leaving (knowing I’d return) was a delicious exhilaration. I loved seeing Puerto Natales, Chile, Patagonia, in the distance.

The open road. The pampas. The vaqueros. The bunch grass. The mountains. The glaciers. The clouds. The whole open sky reflected in the seno sound sea.

There was one of me then, plus all the dreams of Love I didn’t yet understand.

When I finally left the gateway to Parque Nacional Torres del Paine, there were two of us & a babe soon on the way. The heft of so many rocks in my backpack to bless our next home.

Now there are five of us, adventuring simply still. My greatest teachers fill our house. We’ve stayed in physical motion, lived the traveling trailer life, dreamed + built farms + gardens + beautiful meditation spaces.

Now we’ve landed back home again. Home to the first house we ever bought (it’s been rented for 9 years). This is the house my 10 year old second son was born in. It’s familiar and new, impossibly bright and warm. My heart bursts with such simple grateful joy and awe that we get to be here. That we get to live this life together. That I get to figure it out all over again with the people I love most and again with our chosen family of friends.

Sometimes when we go to the place of imagining our dream homes, our dream lives—we look to a future possibility that our cells don’t quite believe is available.

I’ve traveled the world and then cross-country travelled with my gorgeous family multiple times to find my dream home has been here all along.

We even tried to sell this place last year, but Divine Mother didn’t let that happen.

If you’ve seen some rough patches this year, please take this moment or some time in the next couple days to look back on your growth. Trust the process, Love.

You are never alone, and you are so deeply supported.

See where you’ve dedicated your life to your personal evolution, even when it didn’t make sense. Even when things got real and felt hard.

(New moon is on the 30th, great time for intention setting and simply looking back with a wide open grateful heart.)

I’m open to the transcendent surprise.
To keep deepening my awe about what it means to be home.

I’m open to the experience of boundless love.
The whisper of home now says, Come home to the heart.

It is there I exhale into that indescribable love without opposite.
Oh how I’ve loved. Oh how I’ve lived.

May you take a moment to look back at your own life and see, truly see.
Celebrate with your whole heart your journey to here & now.

It ripples out continually in thank yous,

Thank you
Thank you
Thank you.

All my love and gratitude,
Heather