My New Bed in the Mountains

My home away from home in the Berkshire Mountains of Massachusetts. © Maggie Battista 2024

I'm writing from this sweet bed up in the Berkshire Mountains.

Last week, I put all my stuff into storage and became homeless. 

Now, I'm not truly homeless, especially when I'm rooted into the home within, held by the soul. But my nervous system is still assimilating and uses words like “homeless” to explain its anxiety.

I've spent a few days resting, inviting the mind to loosen its stories about what it means to drift from place to place for a few months (or longer). 

As I release each story, I feel more fluid and far more liberated. I feel free from the binds of a lifestyle that didn't fit with the new version of me, the me who is finally all in on serving her sweet soul. 

I highly recommend letting things go that just feel too heavy.

I highly recommend giving away all the things you never use. 

I highly recommend releasing (with gratitude) what wants to go. 

Because there are the sweetest of gifts on the other side, gifts you don't get to experience unless you actually release and leap.

Here are some of the gifts I've witnessed:

1—I learned what it feels like to wait too long to follow a soul desire. I'll recognize this feeling for next time the soul wishes to leap.

2—I heard the call to go ALL IN ON SOUL and rewrote my website, dedicating it to helping you heal and hear your soul. 

3—I learned how to ask for help and receive it, to allow the humans around me to support me through the discomfort. They are a gift.

And I heard the call to share this moment with you. I heard that my gift could also be yours. 

So, I'm writing to say:

—What are your soul's deepest desires?

—What do you wish to do with your one wild life?

—What tiny step can you take today to allow your soul to lead your life?

I leave those questions on the altar between us.