#NaniboujouLadies2019 – Re-entry Into the Real World ….

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We were up.  Packed.  Ready-to-go … BUT NOT REALLY.

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A lodge upon Superior’s shore

Was but a dream and nothing more

But here upon this gentle hill

The dream comes true a dream that still

Seems more like fantasy than real

Through all the radiant hours I feel

The golden air, the sapphire sea

Bring home eternal truth to me.

For Here the turmoil of the street

And all the stress of hurrying feet

On foolish errands never done

Are known no more from sun to sun 

So-what the world, with its fever heat

When here I find in this lone retreat

My soul once more and all to me

Than life has been, or can ever be.

This poem was found in the Great Falls, Montana library by a Naniboujou guest.      Author Unknown

Each of us had our personal way of saying ‘Goodby’ to Naniboujou.  Mine was walking on the beach.  Standing still.  Letting the waves come to me.  I knew way back when we made our reservation in the winter, June 9th was the anniversary of my little sister, Anna‘s drowning.  50 years ago.  11am.

As I walked Lake Superior’s shore one more time, this stone was sparkling white and called to me.

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And in the sun and the waves, I said my ‘Thank-you’s’. 

To Life, To Fambly, To Friends, To Experiences, To Lessons Learned and Wisdom Gained … To God.

It was time to go.

I headed back to pack the car.  Wow, are we good at packing!  Leslie and I rode together, with AnnMarie floating between Becky’s car and Pam.  I had told my Besties, I wasn’t leaving until a reservation was made for next year … and we all agreed, we needed to look forward to replenishing both body and spirit in this place called Naniboujou.

Reservations are made!!  We WILL BE the #NaniboujouLadies2020.  Yay!!

On our long drive home, we stopped at the Rustic Inn Cafe in Castle Danger, MN.  Our last time sharing a meal together … for a while.

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Me, Leslie, Pam, AnnMarie and Becky.

The sign ‘just happened’ to be there!!

We made it back to Brainerd, dropping AnnMarie off and sharing one more group hug.  Everyone made it home.  Safe and sound.

It was hard.

Re-adjusting.  Sometimes one is ready to go home.  Sometimes … not.  I wasn’t.  Which made me realize, I need more play-time in life!

Wise words from Evans Bowen helped – and good for all of us who return from a travel adventure, trip, pilgrimage – somewhere – away from the 4 walls of home.

“Be gentle with yourself, try to build a little buffer to your return.  You will have laundry and mail and the life you are used to, but you have changed.  You may feel very alone on your return.  That’s okay.  You’re not finished yet.”

The call of the pilgrimage (travel adventure) is actually a call to the home of our authentic self.  

Home is the true destination.  To return home transformed … with a new consciousness.  You have returned your new best self back to the world …”

Yes, we have changed!  Our new best selves are delving into the days and weeks ahead.  This shared experience was priceless.  I have a grateful heart.

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I often say to my clients … and reminded myself:  We can travel the world seeking and find … the longest distance is … between our head and our heart.

I have a grateful heart, indeed.

Thank you so much for following me/us on this adventure!

Do you have a favorite place to get away from it all?  I DO need more play-time!!

Until next time …

Blessings and Love,

Namaste

Debbie

 

 

#NaniboujouLadies2019 … The Story Continues … Day 2

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We made it!  No more dreaming.  This is real! 

Enjoying our first meal … award winning menu … so many choices … 

After unpacking and checking out the beach, we were hungry and headed to The Lodge.  The Lodge boasts Minnesota’s largest native rock fireplace, a 200 ton work of art which stands in the 30 by 80 foot dining room.  Do you see the walls and ceiling?  It is brilliantly decorated in designs of the Cree Indian and has never been repainted.

Naniboujou is Cree for ‘the god of the outdoors’.  Back in the 1920’s, Naniboujou was created as an ultra-exclusive private club, boasting charter members Babe Ruth, Jack Dempsey and Ring Lardner.  A membership of 1000 was originally sought, but when the black market crashed on “Black Tuesday”, the club began to fail.  We had heard, the hopes included boats loading from Chicago with Naniboujou Lodge as the ultimate destination.  Tim and Nancy Ramey are the owners and hosts … grateful their guests ‘return seeking a quiet, peaceful, and natural environment. They come to gather their senses and to replenish both body and spirit in a place called Naniboujou.’

After dinner, we went to the beach, until the cool weather sent us inside to the solarium.  Then our senses told us we needed sleep!  The rooms are cozy.  We all slept well and went together for a marvelous breakfast (yes, food delightfully prepared by someone else will continue to be a recurring theme)!  Becky, Leslie and AnnMarie headed into Grand Marais to explore.  (We had stopped at their Food Co-Op before arriving – what a great Co-Op – we highly recommend!)  Pam and I wanted our time out on the beach, as close to Lake Superior as we could be.  The 3 Ladies headed out, to return for Tea at 3!

Pam spent her time on one end of the beach … I was on the other.  Every now and again, we’d connect, but mostly enjoyed our quiet, reflective, meditative time.  #onthebeach  #withlakesuperior  I marveled at her creations.  Here are a couple:

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I spent my afternoon, evening and part of the next morning, contemplating on life, giving thanks … and using an awesome 8 foot log … and a beach filled with stones (I focused on the white ones) to create an alter of sorts.  I ended up with this.  When I found the big heart stone, I knew I was finished and placed it in front of the log.  More details are on a recent Instagram post here.

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While in Grand Marais, Becky couldn’t resist the sun and warm stone beckoning her.  Once again, allowing the gift of Mother Earth to fill her up!

Photo by AnnMarie

Tea Time was at 3pm.  We dressed up and decided to enjoy it in the solarium.  Oh my, it was prepared with table cloth and lace, dainty dishes and gold silverware.  The sandwiches, biscuit and cookies were a tasty delight!

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Pam, Me, Becky ~ AnnMarie and Leslie (The Hat Ladies!)

We spent the rest of the day, hanging out.  Some took naps.  Some read.  Some played on the beach.  Some painted.

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Leslie enjoyed her time with a butterfly!

She didn’t divulge that conversation!

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AnnMarie painting.

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Pam and AnnMarie on the deck.  We had beautiful weather!

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That evening, we had a campfire!  It was a special time.  Heidi joined us for a bit, then Matthew and Greg spent the rest of the evening with us.  Fire blazing, Lake Superior’s gentle waves, along with the moon and stars … made for a night to light our hearts for a long time.

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Pam was our great fire-starter.

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Photo by Becky

Then we headed in for our last sleep at Naniboujou Lodge. (For this trip!)

With moonlight shining on our pillows and the gentle waves singing us to sleep.

Next Up: Our last day – Coming Home – Re-entering the Real World … Ooftah!

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Naniboujou Lodge … Here We Come!

Road Trip Begin

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We’re Doing a Road Trip!

Pam, Becky … Leslie, Debbie & AnnMarie (Photo by Leslie)

It was in the middle of our freezing, snowy winter Minnesota winter – 2019, when AnnMarie sent me a text, “Let’s get together, I want to run an idea past you!”.  Her idea was a get-away weekend to the Naniboujou Lodge in northern Minnesota.  Early summer, please.  Because, well, why wait any longer than we have to for an adventure?  I was on board in a nano second.  There was that rope of hope … the carrot dangling … to make it through the rest of winter.

We gathered in a few of our besties, and made our reservations.  We talked to a real live person, who was very helpful, sharing the best of what they offered.  Award-winning food.  Spotless Rooms.  Solarium.  2nd Story Deck.  Tea Time.  Coffee available at 7am (yay!).

BIG perk: NO Wifi, NO TV.  We were getting away from the rest of the world. 

And then … of course … beautiful Lake Superior … lapping and crashing on the shore.

Peace and excitement washed through me with the confirmation of our reservations.  It made everything real.  Early June couldn’t come soon enough.

It finally came!

We met at 9am Friday morning and headed out,  it was 87 degrees!   Five and a half hours of straight-through drive time.  We would stop and check out fun stuff along the way … and take time to stretch.  We packed lunches and ate on Old Highway 61, at a roadside picnic table.  It was windy and freezing!!  The temp had dropped about 20 degrees.

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Beautiful and freezing.  Hair … blowing in the wind!

We are simply happy! (Photo by me)

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Me! (Photo by Becky)

The terrain changes considerably from central Minnesota to Lake Superior shores.  From woods and fields to rocks and hills.  It’s stunning.  The tree buds were beginning to burst open, whereas at home, our leaves are unfurled and getting bigger and bigger by the day.

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One of my Woodland Spirits rode with us! (Photo by Leslie)

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Black Beach in Silver Bay (Photo by Becky)

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Follow the shore-line up the left … Here they are! (Photo by Becky)

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We found a quiet cove, away from the wind.  The sand on the beach was so warm.

We took naps, letting Mother Earth fill us up … as we let go of all our stress.  It.Was.Amazing.  (Photo by me – I couldn’t resist)

The shift we felt as we headed on our last leg of the journey was significant.  We truly had left our cares and worries at Black Beach.  Another 90 minutes to go … Naniboujou Lodge was getting closer by the minute.

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                         We made it!

Unloaded.  5 Women = Lots of stuff. (For some of us, anyways!)  Photo by me.

Months of planning and anticipation had come to this …

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Dining Room – Photo by Becky.

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And this …

Sigh … My happy feet and happy heart.

More to come ….

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This Chair Has Stories To Tell … #1

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A Nurturing Chair

Filled with compassion, healing energy and Love.

I am an Energy Worker.

Holding a space for people to …

be vulnerable …

be real …

be their calm/holding it together selves …

be their messy-life selves …

be their stressed-out-to-the-max selves …

be their sad and scared selves …

be their angry selves …

be … exactly who they are.

No judgement here.

This chair holds sadness, fear, hopes and dreams.  It is a pathway to self-worth, self-care and self-love.  It opens a door to understanding, forgiveness and healing … and hope.

#1 – A husband has died in the mid-night hours.  His wife called to see if I had anytime later the following morning to see her, after the funeral-home details were dealt with.  Coming in, would fill her up enough to deal with the days ahead.  She came in.  Trying to hold it all together.  Be strong.  Afraid to feel too deeply, or she’d never stop crying, the dam would burst.  She didn’t want people to see her ‘not in control’.

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The dam needed to burst.  It did.  A torrent of emotions poured out of her …

sadness …

anger …

fear …

so darn vulnerable …

heart-break.

After the emotional flow released … she was able to ebb one minute at a time.  Breathing and getting through the days and weeks ahead.

She asked, and gave herself permission to receive  in the following weeks and months …

Healing touch.

Compassion.

Love.

She did not have to walk this walk alone.

This chair, holds each person sacred.  I hold them in Light and Love.

The story continues …

Thank you for joining me on the journey!  Share with others if this resonates with you.

Namaste

Debbie

Details on my Energy Work Here.

 

4 Day Fambly Whirlwind of Love

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A Whirlwind of Love!

Tonight, I’m writing memories of our Fambly’s 4 Day Whirlwind of Love.  96 Amazing Hours.  It’s May 8th.  Night time … and snowing.  (I.am.not.kidding.)

Pictures are worth a 1000 words, and my Sweet Niece, Sarah, ONE of my Sweet Nieces, gave me permission to share pictures of her kiddo’s.  I had told her, taking time to blog tonight, gets me out of oven cleaning … and she supports me avoiding that for as long as I can – Thanks, Sarah!!

Last Friday, May 3rd, many of us came to support Camp Confidence’s 50th Anniversary.  50 years ago, our Dad, Dick Endres, the founder of Camp Confidence, wrote his Master’s Thesis on creating a year ’round camp for handicapped people and their families – with no government funding. (He was given a C+.  It was well written, but not realistic nor feasible, according to his professor.)  Dad pulled in people from the Brainerd, Minnesota community, who believed in this crazy dream of his. Together, they shared a variety of gifts and talents and a non-profit was formed.  The birthing of Camp Confidence had begun …  It was an amazing celebration!  The Nathan Toumi Family/Gull Lake Glass, hosted the whole evening – including the fabulous food, for Camp and the Community.  Black Bear Lodge did all the cooking and Doug Allen Nash as Johnny Cash and his band, donated their time playing great tunes to close out the evening.  A time capsule was buried with fun memorabilia (including Dad’s historic polyester Camp Blazer), to be opened in another 50 years … so the little kiddo’s you see in the pictures … THEY will be the ones to show up for that celebration!  (My Sweet Niece, Ana will be 79 years old!)

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My brother, Patrick, wearing Dad’s blazer one more time.  The round button is recognizing John Mariucci, famous hockey player, responsible for the beautiful Mariucci Lodge out at Camp.

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Here’s some of Fambly at Camp.  My Sweet Niece Sarah, husband, Ryan and their 5 kiddos.  My Sister-in-law, Darlene, Sweet Niece Ana and me, next to my sister, Kyung and William.  Patrick on the floor with the kiddos.

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Darlene, me, Ana & Patrick … our last pose with Dad’s/Grandpa’s Historic Blazer

After that celebration and the kiddo’s getting to sleep at Auntie Kyung’s house – one big kid stayed home with them and the rest of us went out to play.  Kyung, just days home from a 2 month work gig in Africa, beat us in darts! (Patrick did, too – her picture is cuter!)

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Winner!  2 Bullseye’s in a row!!

Much of weekend was spent getting things ready for our brother Rick’s funeral on Monday.  I asked Ana and Darlene to help make little newspaper pots.  The next day, we had the kiddo’s put marigolds in them for the table centerpieces at Rick’s Memorial Potluck out at Camp.  What great helpers they were!

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We had some extra’s so … we planted them in a couple of planters on the patio.

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What a good job!

They had limited screen time … all at the same time … I got a kick out of how they all piled on the sofa together …

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While Patrick had the pork slowly roasting in the oven, I got the the cowboy beans done. (Rick’s favorite).  Kyung came over to help put Rick’s picture board together.  Wow, what memories they triggered.  Our folks were so young and Mom was stunning back when WE were the kiddo’s.  Sweet. Precious.  Memories.

One of the days, the kiddo’s played at the neighborhood playground, and when we all got back together, it was time for a campfire!  AND Cinco de Mayo was in the mix … so Sarah and Ana put together guacamole and a pear salad … and she and Micah mixed Margarita’s with Ana’s freshly sliced limes.  One thing we do well as Fambly – FOOD!

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Sarah knows how to whip things together!!

Some kids played in – some played out.

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Playing with Barbie’s in a sun beam …

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Rocking out that s’more!  Pappa knows how to cook ’em real good!

After food and eats … Darlene in the kitchen helping and doing dishes, too.  (We did decide we would splurge and use paper plates for these 4 days), it was bedtime for the kiddo’s.  All snuggled in together in my little cottage house!  The big kids hung out with the camp fire, brother Mike joined in … I think Patrick and I were pulling pork at midnight – it was going to be great for the potluck feast celebrating Rick!!

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A pretty night …

The next morning … Monday … Rick’s Celebration of Life.  I’d been ok, keeping everything together, with my emotions.  Having Fambly is the best.  We had a list, we checked it twice, and again … and again!!  Everyone chipped in to do what needed to be done.  The kiddo’s were amazing – Sarah is an incredible Mom.  She had help with them, too … besides loading up the van to head home after the Celebration was over.  Ana was my anchor, keeping things smooth and steady.  Micah and Patrick were ever watchful, taking care of whatever … was in need of being taken care of!  Darlene was packing and making sure things were collected and ready to go.  Kyung was meeting us early out at Camp to help set up everything before the funeral. (Camp Staff was incredible in getting everything to run smoothly – from the tent set-up to picnic tables, banquet tables, sound system … wow!)

So many wonderful people came to Rick’s funeral.  When I saw my Uncle Jim … the tears came and the hug was long … Rick had Uncle Jack and cousin’s drive up from hours away … old friends showed up and stories were shared.  Laughter.  Tears.  His Son-in-law, Sean, made a beautiful wooden box … exquisite … for his ashes.  Nicky/Collette, his daughter, had everything at church put together … including a slide show … and Amazing Grace was played with harmonica’s.  Rick was a great harmonica player!  The Pastor at Heritage Church, did a great job in bringing Rick’s life, his stories, and faith all together.  We were grateful.  The day out at Camp for the Potluck was sunny!!!  The food was yummy, and as the Endres Fambly goes …. always more than enough!!  The kiddo’s had plenty of space to play and run and everyone was happy to connect and visit.  His granddaughter, Calista, put together a great song list of Rick’s favorites.  “Piano Man” was one that brings tears …

So …. the 4 Day Fambly Whirlwind of Love ended … Yet the Love continues on for us.  How fortunate we are.

Rick’s life … touched many lives.

And these 4 days reminded us to live.  Every.single.day.

A couple of “Rickism’s”

“Keep that smile on your face ….”

“I’ll see you on the flip side!”

With a Grateful Heart …

Debbie

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My Brother Died … He’s saying ‘Hello’! Thanks to Johnny Cash

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Me, in the middle of two of my 5 brothers. 

Patrick is on the left … Rick is on the right (He died last week).

Right now, things are still pretty emotional.  My brother, Rick has died.  There are so many layers to this … I’m not getting into it all right now.  And it’s ok.  Ask me questions, if you like … death is a topic we usually don’t ‘go there’ on … until it is blanketing us with reality and truth.  I’d appreciate your thoughts  …  how do you ‘do’ death?

Death is the circle of Life as we know it … here.  On earth.

There’s a whole n’other realm of Life, that we have yet to experience … when we cross over and die.  If you’ve been following my blog, you’re familiar with my first experience of ‘quiet knowing’, when my sister, Anna died.  And then my Mom and Dad … I haven’t even gotten into sharing about Tim, my second brother, who passed 2 years ago.  Because, emotionally, it’s hard to bring things back up to the surface … even when there’s peace.  Those emotions are still felt.  It’s because of Love.  It’s because we.are.connected.  Here – on earth AND on the ‘Other Side’. (Whatever you want to call it).

Last weekend, the weekend after Rick died, Fambly from the Minneapolis/St. Paul metro area, circled together for a ‘Debbie Sleepover’ in my little cottage house, up north.  We’re mighty good at this circling together thing, for which I am so grateful for.  We decided we were going to celebrate Rick = Celebrate LIFE.  In part of our conversations, I brought up the question of how Rick was going to connect with us … what was his sign going to be? I think some of my Fambly think I’m a bit goofy with this sign stuff, but I really believe in what Anna, the folks and Tim have given in their ways to say ‘Hello’.

So … we’re out listening to the band, Montana Moon at Dennis Drummond Wine Company and they play a Johnny Cash song, Folsum Prison Blues.  My brother, Patrick and I look at each other, smile, and say, ‘RICK’!!!  He played drums and harmonica’s with his band, The Gull Dam Jammers, back in the day.  After a bit, we left to spend time at Roundhouse Brewery.  It’s a favorite stop for my metro Fambly.  A band was playing way beyond their time … the last song they played … Flosum Prison Blues!!  We all cheered, ‘RICK’!!!  (The same song, within 45 minutes, from 2 entirely different bands, in 2 different venues!)  A few days later, my son and his family are moving back to the area.  Without knowing the story … My grandson is wearing a Tee-Shirt … A Johnny Cash Tee-Shirt …. (I can’t help it, I’m smiling!) …

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… and my Sister-in-law, text me today … when she walked into work … they were playing Johnny Cash …

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So … Thanks, Rick … we hear you loud and clear …

And Johnny Cash … THANK YOU!!  What a way you’ve brought us together … and made our Fambly smile!

 

My Very 1st Dream Come True … I was 4 years old! Then Dream #3 …

 

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When I was 4 and a Princess!

I’m sharing about Dreaming BIG.  Acknowledging fear, having faith and trust in  Spirit/God/Universe.  The immensity of it, is lost on me.  Toss in a bit of synchronicity, intuition and prayer … Wow, dreams do come true.

Let me take you back to when I was 4 years old.

My Daddy-o had come up to say goodnight to his Princess (me!).  He was about to make a dream come true, but I didn’t know it, yet, and he didn’t either.

My Daddy-o told me, he had a new job in a new town and we, our little Fambly, with Mom, Ricky and Timmy, were going to move.  I started to cry – I didn’t want to move!  I loved the attic bedroom he and Mom had painted with life-sized Goofy, Donald Duck, Micky & Minnie Mouse dancing on the walls.  My Grandma Marie lived close by and she would drive me in her fancy black car with red interior and magic windows to get my very own A&W Root Beer, in just my size mug.  Daddy-o was trying to reassure me as my tears and sobbing were rather dramatic.  Poor guy! Being 4 and his Princess, I gulped and caught my breath.  I stopped crying, and said, rather firmly – I would go if he found me a purple house … reassuring myself, we would stay happily at home surrounded by my Disney friends …

 

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… well … he found it!

It was a purple/violet stucco house with a round charming window.  I.am.not.kidding!  Prayer answered for him … and an affirmation he really was on the right path in moving his little Fambly up north to Brainerd, Minnesota.  He came home, picked me up and twirled me.  He let me know, yes, indeed we were moving – to a purple little house!

It was my very first dream come true!  It set me up for believing at a very early age.

I shared Dream #1 and #2 in my past blog.

Now we’re onto Dream #3 …

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My little cottage house filled with light and love.

It was hard living in my apartment after the folks died.  Their house was right across the yard.  It was convenient while we were adjusting to the change of them being gone and getting it ready to sell after they had passed.  When all was said and done – I was ready for change.  I missed a yard.  I missed campfires, I missed having a house.  I wrote in my journal about it.  I drew a picture of what I dreamed in a perfect little house for me.  It was a pencil drawing and included:

  1. Facing East-West – Still love the morning sun and the evening sunsets.
  2. Short, flat driveway.
  3. Rambler – With only 1 step up.
  4. No basement.
  5. Clothes line.
  6. Back yard campfire space.
  7. Trees & flowers.
  8. Clean gutters from a 6′ step ladder.
  9. Clean windows without a ladder!
  10. 2 bedrooms, so I could do my massage business out of my home – no more renting offices.
  11. A garage.
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With dreams, I listen to the nudges of Spirit/God and I have to do the work.  I was going to see a loan officer about a house.  I took a breath and allowed for vulnerability to ride with me – not easy – breathe – but real.   Seeing what I was paying in rent for apartment and office, I was given the ok to look for a place – With the expectation it would take a while … Hmmmm!

Well … With my Realtor, Liz Timothy at my side, and brother, Rick, who used to do house inspections and another brother, Jake and friend, Leslie – in tow – I wasn’t doing this alone – We set out looking, and looking …

Until …

We found it!  I hoped we had – breathe!  It was the little house I had drawn – the only exception was – the garage was attached – sweet bonus!  After confirming with the Credit Union – Affinity Plus, and prayers AND talking to my Angels, I went in with an offer for them (and I also asked for the wheelbarrow and the clothespin bag.)

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I was anxious.  Hopeful.  Tried not to get excited.  Waiting is awful, isn’t it?   I asked Spirit/God and my Angels to please give me a sign to let me know how this deal was going.

Then, I ran an errand.

Driving past the Post Office, I saw a license plate with the name ‘Hazel on it.  For real.  It was Hazel’s house I wanted to buy!  I continued to my office to see a client. While I was waiting, I opened a magazine skimmed to the middle of page, middle paragraph and the line said, ‘my Grandma Hazel …’!  My heart was smiling  – so was I.  I called Liz and asked if Hazel was still here, alive, or had she passed?  She had crossed over a couple of months earlier.  Hazel was letting me know – she was supporting me in getting her house!  A few days later, her family accepted my offer and agreed to my requests.

I picked Summer Solstice as my closing date … The moonlight was on my pillow that night!

My little cottage house is a beckon of light and love.  It is a blessing to me and everyone who crosses the threshold.

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My encouragement to you: Dream.  Imagine.  Ask Spirit/God/Universe to support you for your highest good.  Listen to the Whispers of Spirit.  Do the work.  Gather information. Journal.  Meditate. Draw pictures. Create collages.  Trust.  Breathe.  Be grateful for the people around you who support you.  Don’t worry about the ones who don’t.  Ask for help when you need it.  Take a break.  Breathe some more.  Know you are being guided and you are loved.  You are not alone.  Spirit/God is near.  Always.

Thanks for sharing this journey with me!  If you have enjoyed this post, please ‘Like’ it and share with others. I am an Energy Worker and Intuitive Listener and Guide – no matter how near or far you are – I’m sending you light and peace!

Namaste