We've spent lots of time at Westacre these last few weeks. And that is a good thing. I am getting to know the garden much better, meditating on the lawn nearly every day. The earth there is beginning to recognise me, and welcoming me as I put down roots for stability and strength. It will be good to already feel connected to the place when we start to work on it in January.

But at the same time, Harrow still feels like home. This garden is still the place where I sink into meditation most easily. This living room the place where I relax. This kitchen the one where everything is easy to find. But it is late August already, and I won't live here much longer.

It first struck me when I came home a couple of weeks ago. The swifts had gone. This was no surprise: they always arrive more or less exactly at Beltane, and leave again at Lughnasadh. When I got here on the 7th, their shrieking cry and their fighter aircraft acrobatics had left. I won't be here when they get back next year.

And the Great Oak on Stanmore Common. It has been my friend for many years. I have wedged my bum between its roots and rested my back against one of its five trunks many times. It has taught me about standing in the power and strength of who I am. It has taught me about belonging and about patience. I hadn't been back to sit with it for many months, and the way life is going at the moment it doesn't look like I'll be back very often between now and when we move. Thank goodness I am moving to a garden with at least one mature oak tree, and a venerable guardian oak across the lane, but I will still miss my great friend on the Common.

I'll miss the Common. Although I am moving to a place called Kingswood Common, the woodland area there is much smaller and bisected by the A41. Lots of people walk their dogs there and recently there have been signs of vandalism. It won't be the same. And I can't take the Ancestral mound with me either.

This is a small bronze age burial mound surrounded by a ditch in the middle of Stanmore Common. It is overgrown with brambles and has some young trees growing on it. If you're not paying attention, you can walk by it without noticing, even though it is right next to the path. I have been visiting it nearly as much as the Oak. I have made a relationship with its spirit guardians and they have shown me the healing power of the place and how its presence blesses the surrounding landscape. This very convenient and very private sacred site is something else I won't be able to take with me.

I'll be leaving behind many things that have become important to me over the years. My house with its beautiful bathroom and kitchen. My garden with the apple tree and the bright pink climbing rose. The graves of my pussicats and of Mrs Fox. A wonderful group of OBOD friends that have meant a lot to me over the years. The whole land between Harrow Hill and the ridge to the North where the Common is - the land that has been my home and has taught me everything that I know about my druid spirituality. And the River Thames, mighty deity of this land and this city, the very heart blood of London whose tides made that great city. I'm moving away from all of those things.

Realising that I'll have to say goodbye is bittersweet. It will be sad to leave these things behind, but they have made some wonderful memories that will stay part of my soul wherever I go. There will be new oaks and apples, new sacred places and new roots. A new community of people, human and otherwise. And in the meantime, I will enjoy the company of these old friends while I can.