For over a year I experienced thoughts about selling my house but I did not reach a decision as I was unsure it was what I really wanted to do. My mind went the route of telling me I was being irresponsible and even un-American not wanting a real estate investment and after all this was part of the American Dream and on an on. In fact it played the “you need to be grateful for what you have” card as part of this process.
During this time I was led to work on a project to possibly identify an area on the the Atlantic Coast that was calling my name as a place to live. This project involved sitting quietly and feeling or imagining myself in different areas. I really skipped the Virginia coast. In North Carolina I landed on the Outer Banks where I spent many years visiting twice a year but not for the past few years. My assessment was that I was complete with what I learned there which in essence gave me the opportunity to realize my affinity for the ocean and awakened my passion for growing spiritually or actually remembering who I really am.
Next in my visioning I moved down to South Carolina and landed in the Charleston area. I spent time several years ago in Folly Beach where I learned some interesting things about myself and a past life influence. Again I did not feel strongly about returning. Then I landed in Florida and the Gulf Coast side. I spent quite a bit of time in the area of Sarasota, Siesta Key, Venice, Punta Gorda area. As part of this practice of feeling into geographical areas I learned much about the Gulf Coast and realized a strong connection to sea turtles to add to my already strong connection to pelicans. I was sure Florida was the spot for my next adventure.
However, I got distracted by life happenings and left that exploration. I did not stop thinking about it being time to sell my house and figured In the Spring a decision would come. In quiet time I turned it over to God and the Universe saying I was tired of thinking about it, so I surrendered it to them.
Right after the first of this year I arrived home to find a typed note on my door. It was from a realtor explaining she had a client interested in living in the area but there was nothing currently for sale. She requested I call her if I was interested in selling my home. My first reaction was incredulity. Was this a scam. Then I think I looked up and said out loud is this a sign? I checked out the realtor and firm and discovered they were reputable and called her. I left a message and then I waited about a week.
When she called the explanation was that a client was moving from Florida to be near family and my style townhome was what she wanted. The realtor put letters on the doors of several homes. I explained I was considering putting my home on the market in the Spring and was willing to entertain selling it. I told her she was welcome to come and look at the house. The plan was she would get back with me to schedule a time. Several weeks went by and I heard nothing. I went inside to my center and set an intention to wait and accept that this might not work out. But I did know selling the house was a right decision.
See Part 2 next for how the flow continued.
Are you in the midst of making a decision? How are you guided?
More than a week has passed since I started on my adventure to Maine and there are some observations I can make at this point.. First let me say I am beginning to understand the true impact of remembering we are peace at our core. I started the trip feeling at peace and the travel to Maine was extremely calm and peaceful: even through northern Virginia and even when the GPS took me straight through NY City on I-95. It was as though the way was being made for me which of course it was. I stayed the first night in Highstown, NJ and in my first blog about the preparation for the trip I had a picture of a many colored house from that city that I found through an internet search. Well, I drove right by it on the way to dinner and was delighted with the sight of it and several other old Victorian homes. Nothing compared to it however! What a delight knowing there are no coincidences.
The rest of the trip proved just as smooth and I arrived in Rockland excited and grateful. The house I am renting is warm, inviting and best of all across the street from a wonderful view of Penobscot Bay. In this first week I walked downtown numerous times, walked the Rockland Breakwater out to the lighthouse and spent 2 ½ glorious days in Acadia National Park and Bar Harbor. I rode the free propane powered bus to most of the places I wanted to see in the park and drove up to stand atop the incredible Cadillac Mountain. While in the park I had lunch on the lawn at Jordan Pond with the bees(another story in itself) and walked around the pond. They told me it was close to 4 miles but luckily I did not know that until I was more than halfway. The next day a park ranger led boat tour from Bar Harbor to Baker Island was another highlight as we traveled over gorgeous Frenchman Bay. As with many areas on the Maine coast on the island a walk through the woods ends with a walk out onto rocks with the water in front of you. On Baker Island that huge area is known as “the dance floor”.
What I am discovering so far is a tremendous sense of connection with both the Earth and with humanity. Our planet is constantly giving to us, supporting us, embracing us. Yet how easily we forget as we get absorbed in our lives, our fears, our distractions. But I am brought back to the truth as I look out over Penobscot Bay, Frenchmans Bay, Cadillac Mountain and as I walk the forest around Baker’s Island and Jordan Pond. All first brings a sense of awe and then overwhelming gratitude to what this wonderful planet gives to us regardless of we treat it. What gifts I receive over and over. And then I realize there is really no separation. I have moments of feeling the oneness with the Earth and that I can give to it.
And what of this connection with people? Everywhere I go there is a wonderful mosaic of people of many cultures, ages, gender and ethnicity. Since it is summer many are families. Their have been moments of sweet observation. A French family with 3 children were on the island tour. The parents were incredibly attuned to their children encouraging their curiosity and exploration and alive with their own joy and laughter. Another mother was on the tour with 3 teenage boys. That family too was enthusiastic and respectful of each other obviously having a good time. Several times folks stopped to help this “old lady” as she navigated rocks and on Jordan Pond a woman from Missouri said she could not believe I was doing the whole walk. Of course I was not sure if it was a compliment and tried not to think about how old I must look. I was quite glad her hand was there when I needed it. I can go on and on but those are just examples of interactions observed and those in which I participated in both in Acadia and here in Rockland. These have been such a gift as I am reminded that amidst all the horror we see and here about there are loving people filled with light which support all of us. As I make contact with others I am reminded we are all a part of “Life breathing life” as Gangaji says. We are all connected by our Creator and whether we believe it or not all are One. I am privileged in this journey so far to be experiencing the beauty of the Earth and the beauty of those that inhabit it.
As you move through the day are you seeing the beauty around you? Where is it showing up for you? Do you think there is a message it what you are seeing and feeling? Are there ways you need to be connecting more in your life?
The picture gallery this time is just a glimpse at the beauty and fun.