… and still going…
As if years ago, when Cheryl and I created Handcraftedtravellers we did not simply give a name to an online journal with the unspoken purpose of introducing the world to a novel concept of vacationing sustainably, in a carefree yet responsible way, something that – by the pushes of fate and following intuition – quickly transformed into sharing our ecologically simple, artfully rich life journey.
But as though more recently this passionate ambition has become our self-fulfilling prophecy: we were dreaming of the possibilities of other people’s travel and we put our very selves into voyager shoes.
Right now it feels like the scope of our blogging, experiencing life with a holistic, ecological approach and sharing its lessons after mulling them over, has undergone a temporary focal shift.
Using the relative inspirational quiet of the locale we have taken shelter at and our growing impatience/excitement for the change, our attention moved slightly, from life to the path itself, the dense and – quite understandably – unintelligibly convoluted matrix, physical and metaphysical, we are advancing through.
Our paradigm has long shifted and this is a permanent transformation, a given from which there is no going back and that is very comforting. Therefore we are continuously watchful, very watchful where we step and how.
The complex sponge of life with warps, squeezes and releases where even the solid is part of universal flows in a cosmic sense, is exactly the terrain where the eyes, ears and mind prove to be weak guidance – we ought to heed our inner feelings.
And that’s more than just alright, it is a fantastic discovery we have touted to our readers for a while and for a reason: one is just so incomparably better off feeling her or his way in life, rather than thinking it. If everyone did so, the human world would be a lot more peaceful and gentle one to be. And that does not make for naivety, but mature emotional intelligence.
Three and a half years ago we thought we had long arrived (however uneasy feelings traveling back and forth to our farmstead gave us on the bus), that we had bought ourselves tilth and all what was left to do was to start growing those roots, undeterred by any and all peculiar vibes we might have begun to detect.
When three years prior to the conception of Handcraftedtravellers my dad questioned our reason for clinging so stubbornly to our place despite all – what he called – signs of it not agreeing with us, because we wanted so hard to believe that the farm we owned and the buildings on it were not a mere place of residence (less than ideal perhaps, yet an adequate shelter from the elements), but a true home we could grow into, we hushed his worries like those were none of ours.
The realization came that there is much more to well being than improving physical conditions around you and gradually reversing eyesores into features of true aesthetic value, liabilities to assets.
Now, nearly a year after a voluntary self-removal from a spiritual incompatibility, we are still seeking the right combination of nourishment for our sensitive roots.
And when you do so, like ourselves, you don’t only do it in defiance of epigenetics, the part of your innate inheritance you are actually able to reorder as opposed to your genetics. Because that effort had been ongoing in our lives for longer than we can tell, perhaps even from birth.
The reason for preparing to leave Scotland is not even in refusing to accept and adapt to the Scottish culture as we have come to experience it in less than a year.
We are getting ready to leap diagonally across the country, to southwest England not in favor of the remotely perceived as hospitable host culture of Devon (although that has undeniably influenced our decision making). Again, such simplistic approach of the urge to move on would surely set one up for discomforting friction with any destination.
The real reason for choosing the port of call we did is that – true, only remotely and one can never be hundred percent certain – we envision ourselves best fitting into Devon’s general vernacular more than any other place we have dozed in or dowsed for, ever in our lives. Intuition tells us it is The place with most potential to create our New Culture. Where we could, with patience, handcraft The Future we dream of, with the necessary participation of others, all the while fulfilling ourselves.
I really wish us to be right in our more and more comforting emotions about what lies ahead and that is precisely the feeling I wish to all of you too to experience before offering yourselves to a mutual bondage with a locus in that cosmic sponge we call living space.
If we all did so, listening to our inner pull, draw, this most reliable one of chemistries, if we all could fall in our niches, this world would be paradise itself. It certainly has the potential.
My sustainable life design services are two-prong: through online consultancy, along with Cheryl, I give you and your family guidance for the volunteer one-way path of living life sustainably, while your small business can benefit from my in-person sustainability audit and the according future work-life plan layout, accomplished in the quality of fly-in consultant.
As tour guide in and around Breb, our home village in Maramureș County, northwestern Romania, I can bring sustainable living straight to your senses.
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