Hello again! I’ve been away for several months, wrapped up in the minutiae of a family move. Although I’ve shifted from one apartment to another more times than I care to count, this is our first time buying a home. It took us two attempts, with one offer that fell through, before we found the house we wanted. Now our stuff is mostly unpacked, we and our pets have settled in, and it’s beginning to feel like home.
Still, it remains a little strange. I’ve lived in apartments most of my life, so it is unusual to have anything more than a concrete balcony for a backyard. Now, I have a front and back yard filled with plants, some I have yet to identify. I’ve been focused on those repairs that need to taken care of before winter – another thing that is new to me. The landlord has always taken care of repairs before, and now I am the landlord. Oh anxiety!
But I know it doesn’t have to be that way. When I sit on my back deck in the autumn sunlight, I feel peace in the way I used to only in city parks. Now, I have a tiny patch of green right outside my back door.
I want to get to know the spirit of this land and the house on it. I’ve done this and previous apartments, making offerings to the land-wights / spirits of place, and then meditating on their presence or journeying to meet them in the Middleworld version of the apartment. I plan to do the same with this space over the next 30 days for the Domagick Spiritwork challenge in October.
Today, I started off with a simple incense offering and an unscripted prayer / dialogue with the house. This segwayed into a meditation where I tried to both sense any response and the general nature of the house. Its energy seemed warm and what I would deem generous or giving, even invitational. At least, it felt that way until my partner turned on the TV. Then I lost the shape of the meditation to the noise of the distraction. Even so, I wanted to make my offering in the main room of the home, the heart of the place. I just have to broker better time management tomorrow.