I am reading a fabulous, fabulous book. “What I Know For Sure” by Oprah Winfrey is both compassionate, real, and thought provoking. It is allowing me to read it while nodding, for those things I know for sure too, and then consider whether I really put those things in motion.
I finished the first section last night about Joy. The secret to a joyous life is to be present. So true when one thinks about laughing hysterically in a moment with friends over something nonsensical, drying one’s eyes, and then embracing in the moment. That is joy. I ought to laugh more. In the mornings as I enjoy my cup(s) of hot, dark coffee and write to you at sunrise, I look out the window and thank God for this little “vacation” I am on. No deadlines, no to-do list, no….then I get antsy and want to-do list back! I have been sitting and thinking for two months. There is a real possibility of losing it! Shh, be present…
I love watching everything that Maryjane does. Listening to her little words. Spending so much time with Doug. Taking walks and holding hands. Tending to the greenhouse. Watching the leaves turn. Visiting friends. Resting my body. Resting my mind. Ok, well, trying to rest my mind.
But, there must be balance. I cannot be present all the time or I would get nothing done. I am presently manifesting with help (Divine and friends!) and dreaming (because that is what I do). We have always known what house we want. Out of the twenty-five places I have lived in my life there is only one that really felt like home. It was our house in Kiowa. The one we moved out of last year because they couldn’t keep up the mortgage payments and needed to sell it. We thought Calhan was our forever farm. It was a mere stepping stone. What we really wanted was to own a home. I guess the only way that we could own a home was by losing everything. Our friends want to buy us a house and hold the note until we can get our finances in order. A gift beyond measure. We know which house we want. It has been empty since we left it. People around town wonder where the Pumpkin Lady went. Not a bad nickname. There are lots of hoops to go through. But Friends, we are ready to go home.
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Wow, good news indeed! Fingers and toes crossed!
Wouldn’t that be crazy? We may end up right where we started!
May you soon be home…
Wouldn’t that be the most ironic full circle story? I hope so too.
I do hope this all works out for you. It would certainly be an awesome story to pass down from generation to generation.
It would be a story of triumph for sure! Then you have to come back out and see our new place!