Once upon a time, not too long ago, I lived in a magical cottage atop a magnificent mountain in Malibu Canyon. I called it the peace cottage. How I ended up there is a story for another time. This humble cottage was bare of ac, heat, most appliances, TVs and so on. It was filled with books, crystals, cacti and room to breath. It was surrounded by the most beautiful plants, trees, vines and flowers that I’ve ever seen choreographed together anywhere in the world. It overlooked the ocean and there was not a sound for miles besides the wild.
I lived there for 5 months. In that time I ran off to New York, twice. I ran off on a two week solo trip to Italy, which was life changing in itself and again, a story for another time. When I was there, I was too often running down the mountain for meetings, food, people, distractions, the ocean, you name it.
But every time I would come home from a trip or a day out, the natural beauty would literally take my breath away and stir the core parts of my being. It was as if it was too good to be true. A dream. Not really even my life. I never completely surrendered myself to the quiet in the ways that were probably possible (and deeply needed).... then life happened, I moved to Wisconsin for family. After a few months of keeping the cottage and it sitting there empty, I realized how could I deprive another human from this experience whilst I’m living elsewhere. Finally, I said goodbye to the peace cottage and put things in storage.
Driving home today it all flooded into my mind while tears were gliding down my face. That visceral craving to be somewhere, holding onto something that is just enough to completely still my mind, body and soul. I want that feeling again. And I welcome it.
Where is that place or that thing or that person for you? 🎯