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The Blessing of a New Home

I love our new home. I think it may be the nicest place we've ever lived. Which is ironic considering our housing costs are lower now than they’ve ever been, which has been our goal all along. To lower our housing costs and “buy” ourselves more time.

What is doubly ironic about all this is that we also have more space in this house than we’ve ever had. We’ve downsized our lives (aren’t done yet!) and are prepared to live in small spaces. But all we could find in our recent house search was this beautiful mountain chalet. Renovated, with more space, and in our budget. 

An unexpected blessing.

Funny, the twists and turns our housing journey has taken us on. I don’t want to get too philosophical here but I’m going to propose something.

When you are willing to release your grip on stuff (even good stuff), you open up your hand to blessing.

I sometimes mourn what I lost in moving. My labor-of-love garden (I'm missing my raspberry bushes right now). A community I was familiar with. Our excellent public library and so many books. Friends nearby. The farm and local food movement.

There have been real losses, I just choose not to dwell on them. And one reason I don’t dwell on them is because of all the progress we’ve made in our family goals and the many unexpected blessings along the journey.

Like this house.

I am anxious for the work to be done and for us to completely settle in because we long to share this blessing. To share this beautiful location and beautiful space with family, friends and strangers. Anyone who is willing to come.

Hospitality is one of our gifts and one of our callings. We have the space and means to comfortably accommodate people in our new home. Consider yourself invited.

The renovations are nearing completion but our unpacking and settling in will proceed slowly now for the next month as we work on other projects in our life - writing and traveling specifically. Yes, traveling again! It’s summer. Going places is what we do. But this time, we’re not moving anywhere! We plan to stay in this home for a couple years.

So there will be time to figure out “a place for everything and everything in its place” (oh, it’s hard to be patient with this process though!). Time to wash all the sawdusty windows and unpack all the boxes. 

We won’t really be done settling in until late summer/early September since we have a few pieces of furniture (and the trampoline, which the children desperately miss) to retrieve from storage in Nova Scotia. So although you’re invited to visit, don't come quite yet. The piled boxes and a little bit of dust doesn’t stop us from having friends and neighbors over for supper though. The locals don’t need sleeping spaces.

This home is a blessing to us and we want to be a blessing to others.

To Bless the Space Between Us

One of the gifts of friendship I received this spring was a delivery of books in the mail. Is anything better than a box of books? I placed those new-to-me books in the last boxes to be packed from our old home, so they were one of the first treasures to be found upon arriving in our new home.  

One of those treasures is To Bless The Space Between Us by John O'Donohue. This is a book of blessings. These blessings are prayers but not “Dear God” prayers. Kind of like a poem, they are written intentions, desires, and dreams. Words written (to be spoken) to heal, encourage, and help us in our life transitions - at thresholds and homecomings, beginnings and beyond endings.

Honestly, these blessings are hard to describe. Part poetry, part invocation (calling forth). My descriptions do not do them justice.

As O’Donohue says, blessings are a kindness. I love that.

In our confusion, fear, and uncertainty we call upon the invisible structures of original kindness to come to our assistance and open pathways of possibility by refreshing and activating in us our invisible potential. When we bless, we work from a place of inner vision, clearer than our hearts, brighter than our minds. Blessing is the art of harvesting the wisdom of the invisible world.

O’Donohue comes from the Christian Celtic tradition. I have a fascination with Celtic history, especially Christian Celtic history so I am quite enjoying this book of blessings, which feels both thoroughly modern and ancient.

I think contemplative type folks of various religious and faith traditions would like these blessings as they are not explicitly Christian. I am reading the book piece meal. It’s not really a book you read cover to cover. Understandably, the blessing for a new home speaks to me right now.

I’m pretty sure quoting a poem (or a published blessing) in its entirety, without express permission from the publisher, violates copyright. Dang.

I wish I could share the whole thing, but I don’t feel right doing so. Instead I’ll share my favorite parts.

For a New Home
by John O’Donohue

May this house shelter your life.
When you come in home here,
May all the weight of the world
Fall from your shoulders.

….

May this home be a place of discovery,
Where the possibilities that sleep
In the clay of your soul can emerge
To deepen and refine your vision
For all that is yet to come to birth.

May it be a house of courage,
Where healing and growth are loved,
Where dignity and forgiveness prevail;
A home where patience and spirit is prized,
And the sight of the destination is never lost
Though the journey be difficult and slow.
May there be great delight around this hearth.
May it be a house of welcome
For the broken and diminished.

May you have the eyes to see
That no visitor arrives without a gift
And no guest leaves without a blessing.


artwork: Nicole Bernard

A house of welcome. Where all who visit, and live, are blessed. My prayer for our new home. 

16 July 12

Comments

For 2.5 years we had the

For 2.5 years we had the majority of our 'stuff' in a POD while we were semi-vagabonds. It arrived on Saturday at our new house, the one we bought and are trying to put some roots down at, and I cried. I could have sobbed if I'd let myself. While some of it I knew I wanted back, the symbolism of the 'stuff' was too much for me. I instantly missed my life on my back, not needing everything but at the same time I was looking forward to a new adventure.

Needless to say a lot of items are going to Goodwill.

It's amazing how much junk we accumulate with our lives.

Renee, I have a saying, which

Renee, I have a saying, which is that you never have to ask us to come visit twice.
I look forward to meeting you and your family in person someday. We have 3 homeschooled kids as well, and I know they will get along with your kids famously.
I'm so happy you are getting settled in your new home. It is beautiful, like the life you are living with your family.
The invitation still stands for you as well, if you ever come far enough south to hike the AT.

We do have both! But you'd

We do have both! But you'd have to enjoy it either at the start or at the end of your hike, depending on the direction you travel. We are in Georgia :)

"When you let go of your grip

"When you let go of your grip on stuff, you open your hand to blessing"........beautiful. I have experienced this in my life so much and right now we are back to the drawing board of how to loosen the grip again. Who would ever think that you could grip hold of a mortgage but at this stage and having moved 4 times in the last five years we fumble around trying to come to terms with this concept of "home" and the benefits and the limitations it brings.(a home with a mortgage that is).

I am so thrilled for you that

I am so thrilled for you that you all are settling even as the sawdust settles as well! I pray that you find peace and purpose in this new place.

Also anxiously awaiting the ebook! My husband and I have been eating large salads and experimenting as we wait, simply from the power of suggestion in your ebook's title.

You have no idea just how

You have no idea just how much I enjoy reading your blog. Our worlds are very different but I feel such a connection to you. Your family is beautiful. I hope someday I have the good fortune of meeting you and your family and introducing you to mine. Blessings!

Love the poem. Blessings on

Love the poem. Blessings on your new home. The line about mourning what you left behind struck me. We're back in the Boston area for an extended stay to visit family and we find ourselves mourning our "could have been" life every time we visit.

What size is your trampoline?

What size is your trampoline? I have not been interested in big outdoor ones, but was looking at a little one for inside. But NOW, after seeing yours, I'm interested!

Happy for you and your new house. Enjoy your writings and the information/perspective you provide. :)

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