Hey Peeps,
Right now I feel like the luckiest girl, ever. If I told you the details of how everything is just clicking into place for me like a puzzle I’ve already put together a hundred times, you wouldn’t believe it. But then again you would because that is how Synchronicity works. Yesterday after a full day of apartment/condo hunting, I expressed to my realtor I was ready to call it a day. S/he said, wait, there’s just one more place I want you to look at. We arrive, and I see it’s a condo in the back of the building with a lake (big pond) behind it. I think this is it, I say. But it turns out there is no lock box, and we can’t get in. 
S/he calls the realtor who tells us it’s E not G. We enter E and it’s like WHAM floor to ceiling dark red walls followed by rich yellow daffodil walls with black leather sofas, staying of course.I seriously consider it even though my body is screaming NO at this point. Off we go. My realtor looks at the specs again which clearly say G. S/he calls the gal back who happened to forget she really did have G for rent. E was for sale by a male owner. No surprise there. Today we go back to see G. OHMYGOD. The owner, a Southern Sweetheart, and soon to be my new landlord, has it decorated like something out of House Beautiful. AND there’s a pond/lake view from the BATHTUB which has a big window behind it!!!
I had already eliminated a furnished apartment because it added $500 to the cost of the rent. Southern Sweetheart though has two condos and needs to rent them out so she and her guy can build on land that they bought, AND they have to leave some of the furniture while they are building! She wasn’t sure if she could make things work out time-wise given my start date for work but she would make some phone calls and let me know later. Oh, and I looked out of the little patio and there’s a DRAGONFLY, my Guiding Sign, on the wall. I’m telling you God has really taken over for me, orchestrating everything. I’m just showing up. Literally. At 6:39 p.m. tonight I found out I had the condo for sure. My new landlord says, I bought this at a very tough time in my life, and a lot of WORK happened here.
It’s a Healing Condo. Perfect. Just what I need. She wants to make sure it is loved and appreciated. OHMYGOD! Did I say that before? Not to mention it is a cheaper rent than my other choices although still a little up there. I feel immediately safe and safety is a concern here. I do feel like an innocent in the city. I’m wondering about driving around in my red sporty car which happens to have tinted windows and a spoiler out the back. Do you think that says Drug Dealer? As if on cue, the same little old lady came out to the mailbox on both days, and repeated how much she loves it here. It’s quiet and safe she says. Divine Messenger.
And about She who I thought was a He, or He who I thought was a She… I feel really, really badly that it took me a day and three quarters to figure it out for sure. In my defense, s/he has a gender non-specific name, is quite tall with a strong bone structure and large hands. Big hair. That could go either way. Maybe I have lived way too many years among the corn fields and cows. I am worried about assuming the wrong gender and making an embarrassing mistake. Yesterday I was convinced she was a he especially after s/he told me s/he lived in San Francisco for a while. Then she mentioned having two sons, and I wasn’t sure again. Today I tried every which way to get s/he to answer the question indirectly. Then FINALLY she mentions their FATHER. And this is what she says, well, as for their father, he was an Ornament on my bed. Well, I split my gut laughing. I want an ornament for just a little while I say. We talked about liking the smell of our former husbands. I have to laugh because I think she wondered about me too. I realized I never mentioned a former husband or my daughter until today either. Here I am, a mid-life woman showing up with no family in tow and no explanation. So she is a she and I feel not so good for my thoughts. I have to tell you though, when she hugged me good-bye, well, I’ve never been hugged like that by a man or woman. For a second I thought I was going to have to tell her to release me, my chest and ribs were caving in. She said, now when you come back you’ll have a place to stop. Ok, I say, I’ll park myself at your real estate office when I get lonely. Service, she says. She called me a couple of times tonight to see if I heard back from the landlord, and when I finally did she shared in my joy. By the time we hung up she was telling me I could stay at her house if I couldn’t get into the condo in time and that we would definitely celebrate when I return. It’s official: We’re a couple (of friends)! I’m encouraged by that, the making of a friend.
I’ve made my little hotel room home during my stay. I’m on the first floor and the bar/restaurant is down the hall. I just mosey down and have dinner and a drink or buy a glass of wine and bring it back to my room. It tells me I’m adaptable. Oh, I locked myself out first thing this morning. I went out the back to check the weather only to have the door lock behind me. No one is ever at the front desk here to hear me pounding on the door. Luckily it wasn’t pouring rain as I walked around the entire building to come in the front door. The other funny thing was I unhooked my GPS system and threw it in the glove compartment only to have it continue talking to me from in there. Later I mused that it was asking me where I’d been so long and that there are places we need to go.
So you see what I am doing here, don’t you? We aren’t having journal group, so I am writing anyway. It’s not that I think you are all so interested in my life. You are helping me process by listening to my words. This is a thought though to do some journaling via email or some other method. Or, one of you can just take over for me….. Yes, I am going to try and be home for book group tomorrow night. Where are we meeting? How is the weather?
Love to you all.
Goodnight from Greenville, Dyanne
Journal Prompts:
When I am in the flow of Sychronicity, my life….
What do I need to Heal or clear to move forward…
If I picked up my life right now and started over….
Dyanne is an inner wisdom coach, psychotherapist, writer, mind-body healer, Integrative Yoga Therapy teacher, certified “Journal-to-the SELF” instructor and creator of http://www.holywhollyholey.comhelping women heal and step into their power. She is the author of the ebook, “Holey Path to Holy Living: A Women’s Path to Healing and Freeing Sacred Feminine Power,” which can be found on Amazon and on her websitehttps://www.amazon.com/Holey-Path-Holy-Living-Feminine-ebook/dp/B01MUI0OOJ/ref=sr_1_13?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1486652110&sr=1-13&keywords=holy+path
