A Moving Story

We sold our house just a few weeks ago and the day of the closing, I started a drive across country with our dog Dixie to join my wife and younger son in our new home in Northern California.

Making this move has proved to be a lot of things besides just plan difficult. It's been freeing, enightening and a breath of pure fresh air. Enlightening in the sense that it is evident we have left quite an unenlightened life for a place which seems to contain all possibilities.

I now sit about 3000 miles farther west than I used to. And the view is quite different from this end of the country. I sit facing the mountains to the east of here--on the eastern side of the valley. In a way, it feels as though the mountains are protecting us from the "old" that was our life in Westport, Connecticut.

This area of northern California--Mendocino County--by contrast feels so new and vibrant. The land itself seems to sing with all possibilities. The place seems open and accepting.

As Dixie and I headed down the western side of the Sierras on the last day of our journey; when we reached the bottom, the Sacramento Valley, immediately I felt safe. I felt a sense of well-being as if this place was protected by nature. It felt as if we'd driven down into a natural sort of womb of the earth.

I'm happy to be hear and at times even excited. It seems as if we--Dixie and I had passed through some invisible membranes at points along our route. We'd transcended time and space in a wonderful kind of cosmic breakthrough.

I kept my journal along the way and am anxious to share it here in the coming days. It is good to be blogging again. I feel like I have some interesting things to say.