A year ago we were doing this.

We were just out of our house, having passed it along to it’s new owners and we were homeless, and in transition.  We had a few weeks until we could move into our new rental, and with all our stuff, and a brain filled with scattered thoughts and a belly full of fear, we waited.

The path ahead was blank. We had nothing on our schedules, we didn’t know how things would work out, we had no idea where we would be, or what we would be doing this time next year.

Our reasons for moving were still fresh and raw. We had demons to battle and were ready to get the fight over and start healing. While we had no plan, we knew what we needed to do to build the foundation for our next years.

This blog didn’t exist. My business wasn’t even a seed ready to plant. I wasn’t a “blogger” and I didn’t know most of you.

But over the year, things happened, and we did it. We built, and planned, and rested and simplified.  We started fresh and found success. We met friends, learned the Island ways and started to redevelop our life. We explored options, we tried different things and we challenged ourselves.

And we got busy.  We got busy with 4h and pony club. We got busy helping at the school. We got busier (and busier) with work opportunities and choices.

And we forgot why we did this in the first place.

We moved here to be with our kids, and with each other.  We wanted a fresh start. We wanted to be “out of the loop” (because if you know anything about me it is that I don’t want to know or care what is happening “in the loop”)

We wanted independence from our past and we wanted to continue into our future as independent humans.

This week has reminded me about all that.

It has reminded me that sometimes Plan A is the best plan of all (isn’t that why it’s called plan A in the first place?)

So again, we strip down, we refocus and we find our roots, because I have learned over the year that my roots aren’t my home, or my belongings, or even my past.

My roots are my reasons for being.

My roots are my values, and my basic human needs. My roots are my family commitment.

My roots are everything, and so easy to forget, but always there for me to return to.

So, today I return to my roots, and what a relief it is to be back to them.