Always in search of a home

I have this spot I like to go to. It requires a 3 mile, 1200 foot elevation hike from the trailhead on the edge of town. From there you can see a lot of the inland empire, if you face North and look hard enough through the smog.

I like to call it my outside home. No walls or roof or flooring. But I feel relaxed when I am there.

My favorite thing about this place are the strong winds. I love to stand at the edge of the mountain, near the turbulent air made from the interplay between the eastern desert heat and the western ocean air.

The gusts are strong enough to nudge me off balance -- though not off the side of the trail (thus far).

I can easily connect with the physical, intellectual, and emotional parts of myself when I am there. It is a wonderful, and at times profound, experience.

I wish I could stay there forever.

This place is my home for this season of my life. It won't always be this way, though. Priorities will change, new challenges will come, and this place will not resonate with me as it does now.

I will move on as my life does; like I have done many times before. Change is inevitable, as they say. Like the seasons.

The search for a new home will be uncomfortable and uncomfortably long. Maybe even painful. I am confident I will find it as long as I remain open to meet people and try new things.

And that resiliency is what I appreciate most about myself and others like me.

That said, the days are getting shorter and I will have to keep my hikes just as short. Maybe I'll find another place that resonates with me during the winter? I hear my closet is nice this time of year. 😆