Wednesday, January 10, 2007

This Is How It Happened

This is how it happened.

We had been waiting for months for our home to sell so we could get on with our lives. When the housing market began slowing, then turning stone cold, we let go of our expectations and decided to make the best of the situation. I learned long ago not to push, as the universe and the magic of manifestation has it's own speed.

Content to develop our new Brain Harmonizer business, and keep up with the joys and demands of Conscious Media Network, we decided to relax and enjoy our home and lives in Sedona. No worries.

As the holidays approached, we took a trip to Sacramento for Thanksgiving weekend to see family. As we were about to return to Sedona, and were headed to the airport, I had an intuitive "hit" to go by my old office in the downtown area. I just wanted to see what office leases were going for these days strictly out of curiosity - a 2 minute stop. (As an aside, I kept having a vision of a Brain Harmonizer office on the same street as my old office, but I thought it would belong to some friends who were thinking of becoming Brain State trainers.)

The first thing I noticed was that the sign had been torn off the office suite door. A realty sign in front of the complex suggested there was space available. Excited, yet with no solid intention of starting a business in Sacramento, I said to my husband "If this space is available I'll take it as a sign that we should consider having an office here." Scott was open to the possibility.

We called the leasing agent immediately, and, to my surprise, my old office had just come off a long lease and was available. What's more, they had only raised the price $200 dollars in the last 13 years! Now, as Larry the Cable Guy would say, "There's your sign!"

We responded to the moment and agreed to sign a lease. We would move our business from our home office in Sedona to the Sacramento office, which would create a more professional environment and allow for expansion. We'd figure out what to do with our home later.

As you might guess, a day or so after we signed the lease, we received an offer on our home. After a quick counter offer the deal was done. No fuss.

Afterward I thought about it. Had we sold our home two or three months prior, we would not have been in position to reconnect with my old office, as the previous long-term tenant was still occupying the space. In addition, our plan to re-locate was becoming fuzzier as the seasons had changed and diminished the desire to head north into the long dark days and nights of winter.

While the quantum field of manifestation needs to have space/permission in which to operate, it abhors a vacuum. As usual, our higher selves and intuitive guidance had a clearer bird's eye view of the situation and began engineering the events only when there was a clear intention to "get on with it". Once again, I marveled at the beauty of the process of intuition/intention/manifestation - the everyday magic by which we live our lives. And, of course, a big juicy kiss to our guides!

Friday, January 05, 2007

New Years at the Dead Sea

This New Years Day I was reminiscing about the same day a year before. I was in Israel, working hard, and took a much deserved day off to visit the baths at the Dead Sea. As I re-read my story about the experience, I was moved to share this gentle little slice of life with you. BTW, I was the American who forgot their swimming suit.

New Years Day, 2006: The Dead Sea

The three American women were clustered at the edge of the salty mineral pool discussing tomorrow's business. One had no swimming suit and was bare breasted. As they progressed their plans and strategies, six older Arab women entered the bath in their cotton bathing dresses, and modest swimsuits, heads wrapped in colored cloths.

A clear and ancient voice, as stark and dry as the land surrounding us, began singing a folk ballad. The Americans kept talking amongst themselves. Soon other Arab women bathing joined the song, creating pauses for the elder "story teller" to continue the ballad. A large, brown eyed woman with deep dark circles around her eyes smiled and began her broken translation for the Americans, who had now ceased conversation in deference to the story teller and out of curiosity as to what was unfolding.

We were told she was 80 or 90 years old and from Afghanistan. She had small, pale eyes that were both sparkling and clouded. Her nose was long and pointed, her skin brown and wrinkled and some of her teeth had long disappeared. As she sang her love song, she would lift her head up and smile a flirty smile, sometimes stealing a kiss on the cheek from the woman next to her to play the part of the lover in tones that were both captivating and discordant, notes that came from deep in her throat and heart. Soon the women from the other pool began joining in and laughter erupted as the elder embellished her story even further. The women next to her pinched the story teller's chest, where breasts would have been years before, to depict a naughty part of the story. Everyone laughed and began the piercing women's call with the tongue rapidly moving up and down behind the teeth bellowing shrill sounds from the chest.

The old woman spotted the American blondes and began singing to us, something about wine coming from the clouds and about pale beauty that inspired her to want to "chew their cheeks". Everyone looked at them curiously, especially the one with no clothes on, and laughed, motioning them to join in the center of the circle that had formed. The westerners felt invited and surrounded by something so feminine and ancient that it gave new definition to the word girlfriend.

Bathed in salt and joy, we surrendered to the the loving, unsolicited attention from our sisters of the desert.