Friday, August 20, 2010

working through & about Woodford

Inglewood seems to be missed by many..
but I will say that i absolutely am 100% ok with moving, I haven't missed Inglewood at all. I adore Villa Maria even though I feel scattered and displaced.
so just why did we move?

since moving here to Villa Maria and my past few posts of how i am feeling.. many have asked why we moved. A number of reasons, I guess...

i think it all came to fruition, with the break up of my son's marriage.. not sure why, but something went from Inglewood for both of us.

the house & garden was getting too big for us really.. our children have left home except for Sophie who is not there much anyhow.. and the climate in Springwood is much milder during winter..
alot of small reasons added up to moving. I am really happy and ok with moving, it is just adjusting to it all I guess.. apparently, my feelings are very normal

so about Woodford
Woodford is the town where Inglewood is..
I love the village. it is small with no shop except a post office. Woodford is a sleepy little place with a major highway cutting it into two [and more roads being built at the moment].
The climate is cold but it doesn't snow.. although it has been known to have falls of snow every ten years or so. At Woodford you are isolated, there isn't a sense of community.. I was very solitary at Woodford, I had friends yes, but had to drive to see them. I had to drive to buy milk or bread. there are no walking footpaths in Woodford, to walk, I had to drive somewhere and park my car. If you walk in Woodford, you take your life into your own hands, so it is safer not to. But I do love Woodford, it is a fantastic place to bring children up in. There is a real magick about Woodford, but it was seemingly disappearing with the road works that is happening at the moment, like the testosterone tonka toys [being driven by men who haven't grown up] - knocking down trees, blasting rocks... they are disturbing the magick, the nature spirits and bringing in a very uneasy energy. I felt that. my head & soul felt it and it mad me very sad. so it was good to move. I totally 100% know that.....and you know, just last night, while sitting at our local bowling club having dinner [still no stove].. dutch husband sat back, sipping his red wine, and sighed.. saying 'isn't this just fantastic living in Springwood'... and that said it all for me.

10 comments:

Suzie Ridler said...

Wow, I can see why it was time for you to move and why Robyn. You will feel more grounded over time. Change like this can impact everything inside us. I am happy for you that you have a new home.

Ruth said...

Looking forward to seeing the new photos!

Imogen said...

It suddenly strikes me, reading this, that there is a sort of pattern to the place names here. If I'm saying stuff you already know, have a laugh at me!

Inglewood - suggests an imagery of winter days, of being enclosed, tucked in by the fireside; an inward space, nurturing but also closed-off to itself.

Villa Maria - bright vowel sounds and an Italianate name suggests sunshine, hopefulness and the open air; also more of a sense of human involvement, perhaps because of the Maria (human woman/goddess/mother mary) name.

Springwood - drops the In-closed-ness of "Ingle~" and moves to the outward movement and liveliness of "Spring" and the energy of the season of renewed growth.

As if the names confirm the sense that you have made the right move.

Blessed be
Imogen

linda may said...

G'Day Robyn, I just dropped by to see how the move was going.I hate moving especially now that I don't have a home of my own and have to rent. It is such a big adjustment and darn hard work. But your new little patch of dirt will tune in to you as you will with it. I so wish my home could be mine to mold like you are doing now with your new place.

eema levanah said...

Villa Maria is serene and beautiful. Your energy is peaceful even though you feel a bit displaced by the move at the moment. The settling in is soon to follow. I am so glad to be here with you on this phase of your journey.

Hugs and blisses,
EL ;)

Pam said...

Moving is such an upheaval Robyn.You are also working around not having a stove! Wow, running the gamut from optimistically stoic to highly adaptable.
Interesting background about why you moved from Woodford.
Whenever I see others successes, I realize that the person had to, at some stage, accept a challenge, or step up and bite the bullet, and be prepared to accept some inconveniences or problems along the way, to find a path to the joy. Inglewood started with a first step, as has Villa Maria with exciting possibilities on offer.
Am I prepared to bite the bullet and consider purchasing soon (locally)..highly likely.I'm good with the talk, but nervous with the walk!
So happy for you that you are finding your feet in your local community. Would love to hear more about it and look forward to more photos. xx

amelia said...

It's wonderful to hear you with a 'spring' in your voice!! You sound more positive than you have for quite a while and it's also nice to hear that you know you've made the right decision.

Cheryl@Gingerbread Crafts said...

I had wondered.
I've driven through both places, not stopping, never even realising exactly where I was. The last few times I've been to the Mountains I've taken the Springwood turn off and visited the town. I do like it and intend visiting more, perhaps we'll see each other there.

Your scattered and displaced feelings will soon go, it's a normal part of moving - much like mourning, there are things you will miss but they will be outweighed by what you have gained.

Looking forward to reading more stories from Villa Maria.

laoi gaul~williams /I\ said...

you sound happy and positive :)
looking forwards to seeing some photos lovely lady
xoxoxo

Laurie said...

Springwood, how lovely. Sounds like something from Anne of Green Gables.
Everything will fall into place. I am looking forward to seeing photos.
Blessings and love to you Robyn,
Laurie

"She seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if she had surprised a butterfly in the Winter woods"
(edith wharton)