Fly Light and Fly Free
On the cusp of adulthood, my youngest stood in front of me, exasperated, wise chestnut eyes with a restlessness similar I imagine to a caged racehorse, that is chomping at the bit for the gate to open so it could run full speed.
“I’m going to be looking for an apartment at the end of the month.”
He was the last of my children at home. As I was processing the news, The Voice spoke: “Get ready to fly light and fly free.”
In case you haven’t heard my explanation of The Voice, you can read more about it here.
“The peripheral is always changing, with each layer of stuff that goes”
For years, I’d been slowly reducing my belongings, imagining that one day the dog and I would embark on Van Life. But dreams like that don’t happen overnight—I mean: what do you do with all of your stuff?
I’d pared down what I could, filling a thrift-store box each week, and people started calling me their “downsizing friend.”
The wildest thing happens after seven years of constantly culling the clutter: the peripheral is always changing, with each layer of stuff that goes.
When The Voice whispered, “Get ready to fly light and fly free,” I realized I wasn’t just downsizing—I was being prompted to let it all go.
How far was I willing to trust?
How much was I willing to release?
Baby teeth ceremoniously released
to the Salish Sea.
The Season of “For Sale”
Houseplants, furniture, even the apartment—eventually even the car!—all released.
Mementoes of motherhood were shed.
Baby teeth.
The lock of my dog’s hair.
Bits and pieces aren’t necessary for me to hold onto; that’s not where the memory lives.
2022–2023 had been a time of surrender.
All had been cleared, yet clarity had not arrived. Then, softly but unmistakably, The Voice spoke again: “You are doing the Camino.”
I was being invited to the edge—to step into the unknown with nothing and no one to return to.
2024 unfolded as a year of Divine Redirection, a season to walk it off, to trust, to release, to follow wherever the path might lead.
Unwittingly, I had created a space wide enough for the Camino to reveal itself in its own mystery.
Would I lean fully into the free fall—and let the journey carry me?
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