Today the wind caressed my face reminding me of places far away beyond the mountains and the seas, teasing me to join it and travel.
Last night as I came back from the Sovereign Circle, crossing the Bridge to Eel Pie Island, the air was still, the sky clear and only the ducks’ mating cry disturb the silent.
I could feel the reverence as I paused half way through and I knew this is the entrance to a magical realm; this is my Narnia, my bridge to Terabithia.
I’ve spend the past few days in the Love Shack in the company of two gorgeous cats on Eel Pie Island. ( cat sitting ). It’s a charming little place with character and my expectations were to be inspired to create.
Little did I know I will travel on a small hero’s journey where the threshold guardians had dollar and pound signs and the demons I faced were my own fears and beliefs.
Something has shifted in those days, every time I’ve crossed the bridge to the Island, every time I’ve tuned in, every time I woke up to this colourful house in pink, blue and green, with flowers painted on the floor and zebra covered sofas. Something has shifted as I first fight the trolls and the demons in my mind with the two cats at my side.
The magic of the island and the house reminded me to see the magic I’ve created and creating in my life.
And If I thought for a minute or longer that my life should be predicted and structured, secure and safe, the surrounding nudged me to look at the amazing adventure I am on, where everything is possible. 
I have lived this week in the ‘Love Shack’ for crying out loud!! On a magical Island!! With two cats!!
Never in million years would I have done it, should I’ve stayed/went back to a secure IT job. And I wouldn’t have woken up dreaming an Art Project from start to finish.
Why is it when we go on a trip abroad we expect the trip to be unpredicted and adventures and in our daily life we expect predictability, security and routine?
When I’ve travelled before, I used to like, just to have the first and the last day planned. Have a place to sleep where I land and before I take off and the rest I made up.
Why not live life like that? The first stop is the point of departure ( Birth / Current Reality ) the last stop is where we want to go ( what we would love / End Result / Vision / death ) and the rest is an adventure we make up.
If I’ve made a choice before not to see the magic I am creating, I can see it now: the experiences I had, the new people I’ve met, the relationships I’ve created / deepened, the love I shared. This is all magic.
Yes, there are still monsters lurking in the shadows and high seas and I have chosen the road less travelled.
But I am travelling this road with amazing hero’s partners, a magical family I am grateful for.
The wind caresses my face, calling my name to travel to places far away beyond the mountains and the high seas. I smile back and whisper, my adventure is right here, every time I cross the Bridge to Eel Pie Island.
Love and Magic,
Leor
xx
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