The
journey to Oregon was not direct. It
took me through Los Angeles to connect with two young masters who had come into
Sedona prior to my trip to Pinetop. After
an hour in LA, I was guided to Yosemite before heading to northern
California. The whirlwind of change had
come so quickly that I had completely forgotten about the house in Sedona I had
visited the night before. As I continued
the journey to Oregon and got near Napa Valley, I heard, "You need to call
the owner and see if you can meet with her tomorrow morning?" The day
before, she shared that she was now living in Northern California after
spending eight years in Sedona. I called
and we agreed to meet at 10 am the next morning at a cafe in a small town in
Northern California.
As I
perused the travel materials in my Windsor time-share, I learned that there was
an Old Faithful Geyser nearby. I knew
that I was to visit the Geyser before I met with the home owner. As I sat at the picnic table awaiting the
next eruption, I heard, "Take out your checkbook and write a check dated
May 1, 2011 in the amount of $#### for May rent." My questioning mind was aroused. I wondered if I would even have that much
money in my account on May 1st. My
daughter was graduating college in June and I wondered if I would even be back
to Sedona for the month of May. Through
the chatter of my monkey mind, I chose love instead of fear and wrote the check
leaving it attached to my checkbook.
When
I arrived at the cafe an hour later, the homeowner shared that she had had a
real "dark night of the soul" the night before because she wasn't
feeling supported by the universe. She explained
that she had tried to sell the Sedona house a couple years before. When the final listing expired, she decided
to rent the house out to cover the cost of the mortgage. She was tired of managing the house rental and
wanted to sell, but the thought of putting it up for sale again was
daunting.
After she shared her story, I was guided by the still small voice within to pull out my check book and hand her the check. In that moment, the words of Angels flowed through me. "I am here to help you flip your thinking. Consider the house is no longer for rent. Your mortgage is taken care of. Now you can sell your house." After Love finished speaking, my human shared the truth of what I could see. I didn't know if I would be back to Sedona in May. And I wasn't sure if I would have money in my bank account on May 1st to cover the check. In that moment, we made a verbal agreement in the space of love. I told her that I was willing to rent the house for her stated price when I returned to Sedona and that I would open the door to her chosen potential buyers. She agreed to call me before she deposited the check and we both agreed to give each other 30 days notice upon vacating. In that moment of strength and clarity, both she and I stood in a place of love and let our fears fall away, sealing our agreement with a hug.
I
continued my journey to Oregon. As I
drove the road towards Mt. Shasta, I had visions of making a deep blue native
American cedar drum. When I stopped for
the night, I could hear the still small voice within directing me to call the
woman who made my red drum to see if I could make a drum with her. When I phoned her, she shared that in just a
few days, a group of women from Ashland where gathering to make drums and that
she had just prepared a blue hide. Her
message took my breath away. My logical
side wanted to complete the five hour journey to my Oregon home to save any
further travel costs. But, the still
small voice within was clear. I was to make
my blue drum with the Goddess Circle from Ashland. For the next couple days, I retreated to a small
room in a home sanctuary in the snowy fir trees to write.
That
Saturday a rainbow of drums were made as each of us journeyed deep within. Spirit provided a platform for deep connection
and healing as I partnered with a beautiful woman making her green drum. The following day, I left Mt. Shasta. My journey required a brief stop at Crater
Lake to photograph my red and blue drums in the crisp white backdrop of nature. The vivid royal blue of my drum radiated the
same color as Crater Lake.
In
May, after a two-day sale in Oregon that cleared nearly the entire contents of my
2,500 square foot home, Divine Magic called me back to Sedona. This time, I pulled a 4 x 6 U-Haul trailer containing
the remains of my estate behind my royal blue Honda CRV, Mike, to my Sedona
home sanctuary. I returned to Oregon in
June for my daughter's graduation. With
the help of many angels, I was able to rent the beautiful Sedona home for five
months as the owner advertised the home for sale.
On
September 13, 2011, I awoke with, "On September 15th your are giving your
30 day notice." "What? Where am I going?" my mind
questioned. I told myself, if I awakened
on the 15th and the guidance was still the same, I would give my notice. On September 15th, I gave my 30 day notice to
leave the beautiful Sanctuary. Two days
after I gave notice, I received a call from the homeowner that someone visiting
Sedona wanted to see the house. When I
opened the door to show the home, I knew that the woman at the door was to be
the caretaker of this sacred space. We
connected in a place of knowing. During
her Sedona stay, I was guided to take her on the land and we shared a
transformational journey in a place of power and beauty.
When
I moved out of the Sanctuary in October 2011, an offer to purchase the Sedona house
had not yet been received. I was allowed to store my things neatly in the
garage. I helped the owner with an
estate sale to prepare the house to be listed with a realtor. Once again, I found myself bouncing around
Sedona. This time, house sitting in a
cozy cabin up the canyon for a couple weeks and rotating between the couches of
friends.
That
November, I was gifted with an airline ticket to Oregon for a family
Thanksgiving. When I returned to Sedona,
I learned that the Sanctuary had been sold.
A few days later, the woman I shared the transformational journey with phoned
to share that the house would close in January.
She had to sell her house in Alabama before moving and didn't want to
leave the Sedona house vacant. She asked
me if I would like to move back into The
Sanctuary for a few months.
Spirit
always provides. . .I am so blessed.
Little
did I know that the magic had just begun. . .