I'd take the beauty of my forest over the beauty of this city any day.
I have yet to find my sacred space in Montreal. A place where humans are scarce and nature abounds.
It would be the ultimate dream to have such a space just a few streets away like back home, but it's nowhere to be found, at least not in NDG.
The downfall of a big city life and living on the main street, I suppose.
I do wonder how spirits thrive in noise and chaos each day while being surrounded by endless shapes crafted by humans.
Don't they long for some reprieve? To only see the shape of the trees? Don't they feel like something's missing?
Don't they know where their real home is?
I'm longing for relief. For home. For my daily dose of heaven amongst the trees and away from the noise of the city.
I currently find my joy (and reprieve) in creating. It's a world much different than the one I'm living in. It's my getaway. My freedom. It's a place without limits. A direct line to my soul.
Much like my forest was.
At least once a week I long for my old life and the tears fall. Like tonight after a glorious weekend and a wonderful day.
Today's gorgeous warm weather only made me miss home and hate that there is not one place nearby that I can just sunbathe in solitude surrounded only by the trees.
You know, my absofavourite thing to do on any warm day of the year.
But that didn't happen today. I had nowhere to go that would offer me what I most craved.
I know I'm still in transition and still finding my place in my new life. And I have barely explored all the corners of Montreal. And maybe my sacred space is nearby yet undiscovered, but until I find it, my new creative project is helping me connect with something expansive and beyond my reality while I'm here.
I felt right at home over the weekend. In my zone. In my own little world where everything makes sense and beauty abounds and I'm not in any city; I'm simply inside myself and nothing else matters.
I didn't even step foot outside of our place for 48 hours. I wove my magic threads in the matrix and forget anything else existed.
And then I had to leave my little bubble to merge with the rest of the world while eagerly waiting to return home.
And then when I'm home I'm just trying to turn off the noise of life in a big city so that I can get back to the silence and converge with the artist within.
Having a forest nearby was my solution back home. Not that there was much noise in Cambridge (I hardly left my very quiet place in my very quiet neighbourhood), but the forest was my solution to anything that ailed me.
It healed me for many years. I never once took it for granted. And I miss it more than anything else.
With love as I search for my second home here and immense joy in the moments I'm creating,
(Image: Pinterest / Artist: Amalia Pereira)
[Update: After sharing this post on Facebook, I was given many wonderful suggestions on parks to visit so I went to Parc Angrignon for a forest bath the following day, Parc Notre-Dame-de-Grace the day after that, and then to Parc Westmount on Thursday, which is where I found my soul's home in Montreal.]
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