A room of my own


On October 23, 2011, I fulfilled my commitment to the Ecovillage that I would live there for a year… which is actually 2 years, or possibly 5 weeks in ‘Ecovillage time’, depending on how you look at it.

During my year, not only did I completely changed my location (being a Vancity gal from the suburbs…), I separated from my husband, legally changed my name, changed my career path, fell in love, bought my first car, and became legally able to drive (without hand controls, that is!). I achieved so many amazing firsts! I wrote my first articles for magazines, I created the Insight into GMO Symposium, attended my first births, slept under the stars on a mountain…

Through all of this change, I got to know myself and love myself. For the first time I had the courage to examine and face what I want in my life, who I am and how I want to live. Then, I had even more courage to start doing it even though I wasn’t sure if it was going to work (Goddess forbid I make a mistake!) Of course I couldn’t have found this courage and kept it up without the support of my women’s circles – both at the village and off site. And without the support of my crazy new family called community, incredible healing support – Kimmie, Lisa and Glenys, my ‘real’ family… and every single situation and environment that I was blessed to move through, I wouldn’t have been able to feel myself so strongly. I was able to explore a lot of risky things – moodiness, anger, fear, love, vulnerability – over this year, without really having to worry about losing my support systems. How many people get that chance?!

And this week… I moved out ON MY OWN for the first time in my life. I mean… I’ve lived on my own, in dorms and in rooms in shared houses, but I have never had a whole building all to myself! I can weave and spin and knit… and wake up as late as I want (this can quickly turn bad. Trust. Me.), and play cello in the middle of the night if I want!





A room of my own! (if you squint, it’s kind of like a studio)

Oh. And I feel like I have so much … time. I think that living with a lot of people and their processes too could be a little taxing at times (or traumatic?) Not to mention that multiple folks contributing means that things take longer and are often harder to get together. Not that it isn’t super important to learn to co-operate, but all the time? About everything? And with the same people? I think that this is why monks often live in the world and then move back into seclusion for a time.

Now that I am on my own I really appreciate the space in my life to rediscover those hobbies that I dropped along the way (like the blog. And knitting for that matter!) Here’s to Waldorfing myself up for the next month or so!


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