FEELS LIKE HOME

FEELS LIKE HOME. 

Know that feeling you get when everything is new?

You are caught up in the experience, that new place, with new smells and new feelings.

Yet, you feel like you have been there before!!!

Or…. the place has been waiting for you to come?

Come home? It feels like home!

I am on an island right now. I feel like I am birthing a new place.

My heart moves with each new sound and every view.

I am up high, yet the sea breeze lies over me for the first time.

I feel like I am home, nestled into my side of the hill, perched up magnificently as if I own the space before me.

I am ready to settle into what is cozy, the smells of the sea, the sounds of the birds, a rooster, my inner calling.  My Love, it feels like home.

 First Stop:  Funchal New Year’s Eve Celebration

I have a fondness for traveling to new places. I spend time processing how my surroundings affect me: New Year’s Eve, Funchal, Portugal, one of the favorites of New Year’s celebrations. I was in the middle of the crowd, and it dawned on me that in my US experience of large gatherings, I am examining the perimeter for shooters or staying tuned in to my creep monitors for safety, assessing safety from the pandemic. No public intoxication here… A gathering of people. This party had class. Families were gathering to bring their loved ones into the new year.  It was refreshing and inspirational. I don’t do New Year’s Eve, so if you’re going to do it, you might as well do it right.

Next Day, Move to the Hills.

This seemed magical and inviting, a house in the hills with a Portuguese family. The kitchen was like one I imagined myself having at one time, with smells of food, and a feeling of family. Chef stove with six burners, composting underneath the sink, fresh herbs, greens, and a cutting board handy for that next meal.

 A garden covered with greens, flowers, mint, and herbs ready for harvest in the backyard, and a sea view.  Close by shopping for essentials, taxi stand for entertainment, gelato, and outdoor café for pastries and coffee. I am still arriving on my 2nd day of being on the island.  I was destined to make some soup.         Yes, I made the soup and bought some Portuguese sausage for the broth, picked greens from the garden, and whatever spices I could find, and veggies-

My cozy place on the hill. Time for writing and dreaming.