It’s 12 days since Evie and I moved to paradise. We now live in the south of England on 23 acres of community land. We have our own perfect house, with a glass front so I’m all toasty all the time. My house is made of cedar. I feel even more like Anastasia now. We have water from the ground with no chemicals in it. I haven’t drank tap water in 25 years, so it takes some getting used to. It’s much warmer here than in Cambridge. I didn’t know.
Evie is a big girl now and goes to a forest school, which she loves. She learns real things. Evie has an NBF next door who’s six months older than her. Sometimes I have two princesses in the house, sometimes I don’t see Evie for hours. She has blossomed so much in every way.
This is how I always wanted my life to be. This is what I created. It was hard work, but I did it. The other day Evie snuggled me and said “Mummy, I’m so proud of you for getting this house.” I’m so proud of Evie for making me want this environment so much for the both of us.
I did an ayahuasca ceremony at the weekend. I slept through most of it, I was so tired from moving. It mended the pain in my hip. My hip and leg hurt from laying in bed so much since Admmm changed dimensions almost six months ago. Since moving, there’s been no bed-laying so now my leg should stay better. To make sure, I saw an osteo today who put my pelvis back where it should be. It’s time to look after my body again now. It’s time to start living again.
It’s also time to be ultra kind to myself. In the last six months I stopped breastfeeding after four years, I lost my lover, my daughter bit half her tongue off and had to have it sewn back on, I turned 40 and I moved house. You’re not supposed to have all that stress all at once. Glad I’m a Visionary In Paradise. I don’t think I’d still be here otherwise.