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“There is often hidden power in the times when nothing seems to be happening at all. The times when the material world takes less precedence are times when the holy has more chance to breathe.”—Marianne Williamson, Every Day Grace.
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My house “sold” within two weeks of placing it on the market. The decision to move was prompted by many stirrings of my soul—the urge to simplify house maintenance responsibilities and have more time for fun, the desire to live in closer proximity to others and become more engaged in community life, the possibilities for expanding my business through new affiliations, and the enjoyment of being able to walk to a bustling downtown and the ocean as well.
To my surprise, my children wholeheartedly backed the choice. They, too, wanted the energy of a new lifestyle, another opportunity to express their identities in new ways. Funny how when we test our assumptions about ideas or people they are sometimes wrong. Initially, I thought I would not move until my children graduated from high school. I did not want to disrupt their “stable” lives in any way. Instead, they both told me they were “ready” for this new adventure. It became a family project preparing our house for sale, and we bonded more deeply as a result.
Then, quite suddenly, the deal hit a snag, and the sale of my home was delayed. The original cash buyer and other prospects since are now trying to sell their homes first before committing to acquiring mine.
Frustration and disappointment have mellowed into quiet acceptance. I’m “on hold” now, which is not always a comfortable place to be when you are a go-getter like me, used to making things happen. I’ve been told numerous times I am powerful at manifesting what I want. Some friends have even said I have “the Midas touch.”
Coincidentally (or not), many of my clients this past month have uttered similar tales of being stalled, stuck or “in a funk.”
As I’ve learned to reframe this “waiting” from being a burden to welcoming a gift, I see that indeed I’ve been divinely guided to integrate now the parts of myself longing for expression in a new home: my femininity and my spiritual essence.
For the past four years, I have been solo managing house maintenance and two acres of lawn care while running a business and single parenting. While I’m proud I learned how to care for it all, or find someone who can help me, my soul no longer wants to live in all this masculine energy.
Being “on hold,” I’m relaxing into my softer, playful, intuitive, radiant and sometimes enchanting feminine side. I don’t need to be physically in the new home to embrace these aspects of myself. I just need to keep creating space for them to be present wherever I am.
The old, more guarded self—where I lived with lots of logic—is coming down, too. A new openness is emerging, where I live life by moments, not by will, and I’m slowly trusting at a deep level that a power greater than me is working with me and through me in partnership. Building my faith muscles has meant pushing through a lot of resistance to let go of my ego’s desire to have something occur on my time schedule.
I wanted to move before my children started school in September, thinking it would have been an easier adjustment for them to begin anew at the same time as other children. They could care less when the move happens. The delay has allowed me to experience some much needed downtime this summer, too, socializing with friends who helped me celebrate my new decade of life. In the process, I’ve learned to receive love, really take it in, and know just as I teach my clients, that we are all worthy of being celebrated.
Now, I bid farewell to my home as I knew it, a place of retreat, healing and inner growth. The bucolic setting of the past thirteen years has served me and my family well. It was an oasis of sorts. It’s time for me to bring what I learned in solitude back into the world, knowing I carry within me the sanctuary I created.
And when I cross the threshold to my new home—whether it be next month or a year or two from now—I will enter it having already begun integrating the woman I intended to become. My ego was excited about the initial, fast real estate transaction, yet my soul is relieved it had time to ready itself for the move.
With joy,
Gail
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