Writing on the Chalk Board (novels, vineyards, and Cherokees)

Such an interesting interim.  I am surprised at how many people have told us about going through similar situations.  It is as if life just sporadically erases the chalk board so we can live a different life or a better one.

baby celt

We have been keeping ourselves busy with the Celtic Festival this weekend.  I bet I talked to a hundred people.  Where else would a hundred people stop and talk to me?  Only in Elbert County.  We are at a place now where we are writing down ideas, desires, questions, and dreams.  Where do we want to live?  We are considering Elbert County.  We are really considering the western slope of Colorado (vineyards and farms, y’all!).  That one was Doug’s idea.  The same distance away is Taos.  My dream.  But, I got vetoed again.  Doug really wants to stay in Colorado.  We want the kids near us.  Will they follow us?

“Will you be homeless for long?” one of my favorite vendors asked caringly.

“Oh, I wouldn’t think so,” was my reply.  No, Doug and I are not ready to choose a bridge design to live under.  We are far too ambitious for that.  But we don’t want to rush into anything.

family celt

My downfall is that I panic and we take the first place available.  That thus far has not worked out for us.  So, even though we have a general base of what we want that we agree on, we are listening.  A possible job offer came up for Doug but would he be happy there?  A homesteading couple has an idea for us we are discussing Monday.  We can manifest anything we want which is why we have to be careful what we wish for.  I manifested the opportunity to live in a shed on someone else’s land. (Remember that post?) Whoops.  This time we want a two story adobe house on a hundred acres!  We are listening to murmurs and whispers and contacts and choosing a path.

A man from one of the clans at the festival got an enchanted look on his face and walked towards me.

“I see a Cherokee Princess,” he said in all seriousness.

I was shocked.  “How did you know I was Cherokee?”

He said he was Cherokee as well.  I said that I noticed a lot of folks were Cherokee and Scottish/Irish.  He said that was because when the Scots came over to North Carolina and the east (my grandfather landed in 1716) they noticed that they had very similar religions as the Indians.  What folks consider Wiccan now was considered normal practice with the Celts, a deep reverence for the Earth, and symbols of things in nature matched up with the Native religions.  That made sense.  It is part of what my novel is about that I have been writing and filled me with a few more ideas.

Will I be the next JK Rowling?  Will Doug be a professional pool player?  Will we own a vineyard?  Will we….?

Don’t Find Fault, Find a Remedy

fortune

A tremendous amount of folks I know are on the cusp of a huge life change.  New jobs, health problems, moving, life changes, relationship changes.  It’s like the universe tilted us on our side and is watching us all fall back into place.  It is easy to blame our circumstances on others.  Even if they have a role in it, our choices are ultimately what will design our path.  Sometimes there are bigger things at work and the universe needs a little help getting us to the train station for the next part of our journey here on earth.  People, circumstances, and even tragedies help shape us, help us grow, strengthen, learn, and move through this life with intention and wisdom.

There were many factors that went into us losing our farm dream.  We really thought that we would be here for a very long time.  We spend thousands….and thousands of dollars from our final product sales from the Apothecary, the Herbal class tuition, and income tax return on promoting and building this farm so the real tragedy for us was that we are broke and lost all our money on a dead end venture.  Not the end of the world.

We really love this lifestyle.  We like roughing it, working hard for everything we need, from wood to cheese.  We love the endless prairie and the sound of owls.  Sometimes when we can’t see a new path things have to happen to force us into that new journey.  And for us, it was to lose everything.  Well, not everything, we have our family.  And each other.  And great friends.  And hope.  And our next step in our journey that I am getting really excited about and will tell you about tomorrow.

I worry about my daughters finding a place to live, I worry about….well, I can’t worry.  We all know that everything works out beautifully in the end.  Every path has its tripping stones and beautiful rainbows.  Everything will work together to put us all on the perfect path.

If you are on an unknown path in this time of transition, keep your chin up and see the rainbow!  This life is a beautiful place of wonder with Creator’s fingerprints everywhere.  Don’t find fault, don’t place blame, don’t cry too long, find a remedy.  It’s right around the corner!  By the way, that fortune came out of my fortune cookie this past week!

Freedom or Fear? (what to do when everything changes)

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There are no laws saying that one can’t lose their farm in June.  It seems that one should be able to move in winter so to avoid missing even one precious day of the growing season, but that is not always the case.  Our plans, goals, and dreams could be coming together in one incredibly synchronized song only to have the universe shake things up a bit.  Nothing is permanent.  Death, job loss, or home loss could change everything.  Or a letter.  We lost our home and our job in one swift typing of words.  One couple had the power to crush what we were building.

We took a risk and spent almost all of our money on the wood stove so we wouldn’t freeze again this winter, and in advertising to build this farm and homestead.  We have school groups scheduled, classes filling up, events that folks are excited about.  I felt like this was really going to work.  But I should know that even if you manifest something it doesn’t mean that it is a given to stay.  Nothing is permanent.

I knew something was coming.  There have been many signs that a farm and family here is not what they had envisioned after all.  By simply doubling the rent, they made a fine statement.  It is their property and they have the right to do so.  We could get desperate or angry.  We could panic.  We could feel like martyrs in the great world of small farmers trying to make it.  But, then we wouldn’t see the opportunities that the universe is obviously bringing forth.  Nature provides everything we need.  I am not afraid.

These are the possible scenarios and choices that we have:

1. If anyone could change someone’s mind, it’s Doug.  He is the most well-liked person I know.  Everyone loves Doug.  He wrote a letter back.  I, personally, cannot see it changing their minds, but you never know.  Well, I kind of know.

2. We miraculously (which is our middle names sometimes) find a farm this very week and get the gardens moved, get moved, and classes just get moved.

3. We find that piece of property someone will let us homestead, finance a shed and move on in.

4. We update our resumes, give up on all this simple living, and head back to suburbia and jobs.  Or jail.  You may as well send us to jail.

5. We sell everything we own.  Head out driving across the country.  Travel like we always wanted to do.  Go visit friends, family, fellow bloggers, and farms along the way.  We will document life on small farms across this beautiful country on our blog.  See how other people live.  Meet new friends, get inspired, find out what our next move is, write, be a couple, see the stars.

If the universe sent in a strong ripple that upset your entire life, lifestyle, plans, goals, and dreams, what would be your next move?  Would you be brave and pursue something that could really impact your life?  Or would you play it safe?  What would you do?