The Dawing of A New Era
Something has shifted with the dawn of 2011. I moved to Daylesford, a spa town just outside Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, to reinvent myself and start over almost two years ago. The transition seems to be complete now.
I spent New Years Eve having dinner with a rather large group on a balcony overlooking the Daylesford Lake
http://www.google.com.au/images?q=Daylesford+Lake&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=univ&ei=wqwnTbXwHYKivgOj2tHfBA&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=2&ved=0CC4QsAQwAQ&biw=1129&bih=716
Perhaps more importantly I have really become a part of this small community and now have established contacts and friends through dog walking, a local healing network and the University of the Third Age.
It is a bit odd therefore, that I am now moving to a slightly larger town, thirty minutes north of here. Castlemaine is a thriving art community and I have bought myself a home that is within short walking distance of the train that can deliver me in the City within forty five minutes.
After having established such good links I am finding that the prospect of letting go of this haven is playing heavily on my mind. I rented this farm house as a kind of bus stop while I decided what to do.
Perhaps I will simply go on renting it for awhile and establish a shared arrangement and run some classes here.
Or I might accept that I am simply broadening my horizons and a thirty minute drive, through beautiful country, is not such a chore.
Darryl will have been gone four years on the 19th and Mum will have been gone just seven months on the 25th. I am consoled by the fact that it feels like the dawning of a new era and I know they would both be pleased for me, that somehow they have had a hand in orchestrating things.
I spent New Years Eve having dinner with a rather large group on a balcony overlooking the Daylesford Lake
http://www.google.com.au/images?q=Daylesford+Lake&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=univ&ei=wqwnTbXwHYKivgOj2tHfBA&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=2&ved=0CC4QsAQwAQ&biw=1129&bih=716
Perhaps more importantly I have really become a part of this small community and now have established contacts and friends through dog walking, a local healing network and the University of the Third Age.
It is a bit odd therefore, that I am now moving to a slightly larger town, thirty minutes north of here. Castlemaine is a thriving art community and I have bought myself a home that is within short walking distance of the train that can deliver me in the City within forty five minutes.
After having established such good links I am finding that the prospect of letting go of this haven is playing heavily on my mind. I rented this farm house as a kind of bus stop while I decided what to do.
Perhaps I will simply go on renting it for awhile and establish a shared arrangement and run some classes here.
Or I might accept that I am simply broadening my horizons and a thirty minute drive, through beautiful country, is not such a chore.
Darryl will have been gone four years on the 19th and Mum will have been gone just seven months on the 25th. I am consoled by the fact that it feels like the dawning of a new era and I know they would both be pleased for me, that somehow they have had a hand in orchestrating things.
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