Compass Point
My home, my hearth, my safe space, a Compass Point. I didn’t notice right away, but I knew I was drawn to the land and the home the moment I saw it. We were already looking, but something urged me to push my Realtor to call the owner the day it was listed. During the first visit, I ran my hands along the walls and walked the circle around the home. I had pretty much decided, this was to be our spot. I just had to trust that the rest of the real estate functions of buying a home would follow suit. They did. We cleaned and cleared, sanded and painted, even modified the land some to bring our plants to their new home. We made this place part of us, and we a part of it. The land had welcomed us.
At one point, on an early spring morning, it occurred to me the Sun was shining directly in through the large sliding door, to the East. The setting Sun always shone into my kitchen window each evening, facing West. As I oriented, I realized where South and North would be and it hit me. My home was almost directly in the middle. After my initial thrill, I looked into it some, and yes! My home is just that. Through the seasons, with natural variation for the position of the Earth, the Sun passes directly over my land, my roof, my gardens, every day. As does Mother Moon. A Compass Point.
The land has given back and it’s magical. My husband has built a beautiful garden honoring growth and sustainability. Even when garden plants fail or succumb, we get at least one edible item. My grounding abilities have never been greater than on this land. Animals of all types visit our property, the neighbors have even noticed how birds seem to congregate here. If someone’s pet gets loose, they’ll usually be found in my yard. The wind even seems to blow differently, here. There is something about this land and home. I feel we were called here to bring forth it’s magic. It’s a beautiful connection that I cannot fully describe, but am grateful for and will likely write of often.
With Blessings from Compass Point
-Angela
At one point, on an early spring morning, it occurred to me the Sun was shining directly in through the large sliding door, to the East. The setting Sun always shone into my kitchen window each evening, facing West. As I oriented, I realized where South and North would be and it hit me. My home was almost directly in the middle. After my initial thrill, I looked into it some, and yes! My home is just that. Through the seasons, with natural variation for the position of the Earth, the Sun passes directly over my land, my roof, my gardens, every day. As does Mother Moon. A Compass Point.
The land has given back and it’s magical. My husband has built a beautiful garden honoring growth and sustainability. Even when garden plants fail or succumb, we get at least one edible item. My grounding abilities have never been greater than on this land. Animals of all types visit our property, the neighbors have even noticed how birds seem to congregate here. If someone’s pet gets loose, they’ll usually be found in my yard. The wind even seems to blow differently, here. There is something about this land and home. I feel we were called here to bring forth it’s magic. It’s a beautiful connection that I cannot fully describe, but am grateful for and will likely write of often.
With Blessings from Compass Point
-Angela