It just so happens…
It just so happens that I live in Kelowna. Was it pre-destined? Was it planned? Not quite. After years of living abroad, it was as likely a place as any other to land. So far, so good. The number of times I’ve heard locals call Kelowna “paradise” makes me feel pretty certain I’m in the right place. I think I’ll stay – at least until some other location calls my name.
One thing for sure…
One thing for sure is that I am a nomad at heart. Some may call it lack of commitment, or unwillingness to set down roots. It took me a long time to realize that I did not have to stay anywhere that no longer felt ‘right’. There comes a moment when all energy shifts and I simply have to move on to another place. It’s not running away. It’s not even seeking new adventure. It’s simply flowing with the energy that directs me. It’s like the wind blowing a leaf in some random and playful way. My purpose is simply to let it carry me and trust wherever it may land.
I’ve lived in three Canadian provinces, and six counties in the United Kingdom. I’ve had impulses (and calculated plans) to live in mainland Europe, Australia, and Arizona. This year was the first year I finally felt I was making a commitment to staying put in my local area for good.
And yet… suddenly, surprisingly out of nowhere, the same old nomadic thoughts resurged yet again.
Known among my friends for my wandering spirit, my latest waverings prompted a friend to ask me this probing question:
“What are you looking for?”
I sat with this question repeatedly reciting in my head for a good 24 hours. The consistent answer that kept coming back to me was:
“My people. My tribe.”
I want to be a part of a community where my creativity is encouraged, supported, valued, celebrated. Allowed. Desired. Wanted. Needed.
While I do spatterings of creativity here and there, I want to LIVE it. I am so weary now of battling the contradicting energies of the environment in which I currently live, among those who unwittingly (just by being who they are) seem to thwart my efforts and impede my creative flow. I need my own, unhindered space. A place I can really feel free to create and thrive. A community that wants me there for every drop of creativity that I can give.
I’m looking for My Community.
Perhaps we all are.