My Dad has and always had a great sense of humor. Many styles and genres were represented. An abundance of jokes would be shared over the years. A few would be repeated. Whenever there was news of a marital split an old favorite would come out
where the punchline was that the woman was a Good Housekeeper: as in owning the home once the partnership ended. I could not help but chuckle when I fell into the role of Good Housekeeper. Yes, I remained in the home once shared in my marriage partnership. Not that it was a strong desire for me. I loved the idea of packing up and leaving this oversized piece of suburbia with its years of accumulated clutter. My first thought was to purchase a trailer and find a patch of land. Run away from civilization. Get away from it all. It was not long after that I watched “Into The Wild”, a beautiful movie where the main character does just that. To extremes. If you have not seen it, I highly recommend it! It is the one movie that I watched twice in a row…and it is a long movie. Came to me at the perfect time…
How did I end up in my little mansion? I call it a mansion as I am more aligned to a compact living space. It is 2850 square feet. Likely not a mansion in most minds but it was and remains all mine. There was a time thirteen years ago where I declared to my then husband that it was time to do a big purge in our 1300 square foot bungalow – love bungalows! He very respectfully put together an argument for a new home: a bigger home. He knew me well and fully sold me on the idea. Market conditions in Edmonton proved our decision was a sound one in retrospect. Yeah! The biggest incentive was the dream of a third child. Each child needs their own room right? This child had not even been conceived. My only stipulation was that I would always want a housekeeper. Not that I did not already have one. As soon as I got married, it became evident that to save the marriage we would need a housekeeper. That is the story I am sticking with. A great Angèle soundbite was uttered at a Art Gallery Artist Show Opening in the spring of 2012. I playfully declared to my friend and gallery owner that “I have not cleaned my house since 1993”. She just roared. Sometimes I forget that other people are unaccustomed to my ways.
It was only after her reaction that I realized how outrageous that statement sounded. Truth is stranger than fiction. This was 100% true. For most of those years it was the straight forward cleaning service that comes in once every two weeks. I learned that it was most harmonious to hire an owner/operator. Twice I had married couples cleaning my house. They were the best. Love seeing a man vacuuming the place. The one guy was a marathoner – super fit and really nice.
My foray into creating my reality, manifesting and trusting the Universe to support me began more consciously with the conception of the third blessing, Jean-Luc. I put it out there that I would find a lovely nanny who would allow me to live gracefully with three kids. I have never been too ahead of time in my planning. Once Jean-Luc was born, I started putting it out there that I desired a nanny/housekeeper. Within two months I was united with my sweet dream, Angel (name changed). She was a friend of my mother-in-law’s longstanding housekeeper, also an acquaintance of mine as she cared for a child attending my daughter’s school. Angel fit so well into our family. For the first time in my life, I had help with food preparation, laundry, yardwork … anything, including windows. In the back of my mind was discomfort with the idea of slavery. I had mindfully opted out of the nanny thing with my first two children. I opened myself up to new possibilities for this third go around. I wanted desperately for the arrangement to be win:win. She worked two days per week. I only worked part-time at best and from home. Angel was originally from the Phillipines and was trained as a nanny in Hong Kong. She taught me more than I taught her. She was a genius with folding laundry … even those fitted sheets with the elastic corners. Pure magic. I now know that I was not a good student on the day of that lesson. I am too impatient. My fitted sheets look more like clumps than folded laundry.
Like all things in life. Nothing can last forever. Change is inevitable. Once I separated from my marriage partner, we asked if Angel would mind going to his home for one of the days of the week. She declined. Surprised me. It was amazing how much cleaner a house can be when you get the big boy out. It did not make sense to keep her for two days a week any longer. She had another part-time job that needed her more so reducing to one day a week got us through to one year. Then the fateful day arrived when she quit in the summer of 2012. It had been feeling awkward. I looked at it with blinders on, wondering if the end was near. We could not seem to find a rhythm. I was a retired girl hanging out while she was cleaning. My house was almost too clean. Kids were older now. Cooking less. Etc. Her other job was short staffed and really needed her. That was the story we were both sticking with. It was with a heavy heart but full support that I handed her the last paycheck. I love to think bridges are not burned. I wondered if we would be reunited in time. Her job is nearby. To this day I stop in to give her a hug on a regular basis. Give her some love at Christmas. I am emotionally attached. After seven years, it is no surprise.
So for two years now, I cleaned my own house! Never thought I would say that. I just did not have the energy to look for someone else to replace her. She is irreplaceable. It would do me some good to clean up after myself for a change. It would just be for a little while…
The pampered pooch picks up the mop… about twice a year. Ha ha. One time, I nearly hurt myself doing handstands on a freshly mopped hardwood. Slippery stuff – not wet, just clean. Started to wonder if cleaning was bad for my health. I declared that when I published my writing, I would hire cleaning help again. It was not a huge incentive. I just did not experience a super clean house most of the time. I wanted to teach my kids how to clean. That was irregular at best. If I noticed something, I would clean it. Turns out, I am not all that observant. My first blog post was April 2014. I loosely committed to find a cleaner. So distracted with the new publishing that a couple months passed before I noticed. Hey, where was that cleaner now? I made a solemn declaration to find one. What did I do? Nothing aside from the declaration. This is where it
gets kinda cool.
Not one week passes. I am doing my thing at my computer when the doorbell rings June 19, 2014. I answer. A lovely owner/operator of a housecleaning service company, originally from South America, was at the door. Her introduction was something along the lines of: I clean at one of your neighbor’s homes and wonder if you are looking for help? Why yes, I am. Please come in. We review the details. Hired. She started June 26, 2014 to come every two weeks with her niece.
I loved it when my daughter inquired: “How does one go about hiring a cleaning service?”
I answer: I am glad you asked. I just answered the doorbell.
So I decide to try this again. I would like help with yardwork. Within one week, “ding dong”. It is a young gent working for a yard company. “Do you need any yard or house maintenance help?”
Me: Why yes, I do.
I had received a mailout card that I planned to phone weeks prior. But here was a representative of that same company before I ever got around to it. The next day, the Danish owner is onsite. Hired. Within three weeks, I have refreshed my mulch with lovely shredded cedar, removed 9 trees that were dead or dying, along with weekly lawn mowing and a few other odds and ends. A European gardener, yeah! I find out over time that he works at my parenting partner’s yard too. Small world.
A week or two before the yard care connection, another magical “ding dong”. A story – always. One Friday night this past spring I was dropping my boys to their dad’s. Somehow, my neighbor, also my longtime dentist, texted my parenting partner, instead of me, wondering if I would like help with spring cleaning in the yard. I texted back immediately “yes”. He mentioned a friend was helping with his and would gladly do mine too. I did not realize that the friend was not in the yardcare business. The two friends just rented a power rake? Aerator? I do not even know which power tool was used on my lawn. It does not matter, does it? The very next morning, 9AM, a handsome gentlemen serviced … my yard. I just could not tear myself away from writing. I figured he would not want to be disturbed. I took one sideways glance. A gentleman who is looking after himself quite well was giving me a hand. Nice. I did not realize that my dentist was also in there. Truth is, once again, stranger than fiction. These guys got the job done. Time passes and I remember that I have not paid for the service. I was given the contact info. My mysterious yard helper will catch me sometime. He drops in to his friend, my neighbor, regularly. I expressed I would prefer to meet him rather than just put money in an envelope and give to my neighbor. One miss and finally he caught me by phone to ask if he could drop by. Weeks have passed from the original service. “Ding dong”. Instantly, I detected a friend. I wondered about other yard issues and show him around the yard. I was unclear about whether he wanted more work or not. Maybe he was also unclear. Conversation becomes very authentic pretty quickly. He was on the divorce track too, one year post separation. Long and inviting hug was enjoyed. It came out that my lawnmower was in need of repair so my lawn would not be mowed despite needing it.
I have not enjoyed watching my lawn be mowed more than on this day. I felt obliged to busy myself with trimming a bush. He is really attractive … on many levels. Blooming man. I told him so. A man cannot help but blush at this type of compliment…
It was super cute how he would come to my yard waste container more often than was seemingly required to pour a few grass clippings and then return to the task. I generally just mulch and do not bag but I was not going to tell him. I was biting my hand, in my mind. Maybe my lower lip too…
Funny when I was telling my Backwards Day friend that I had a new friend come over and mow my lawn. He roared playfully, “nice”. I clarified, “No, he cut the grass growing in my yard.” I did not allow myself to be misunderstood. It was still sexy. I learn a new thing everyday.
This time, no money changed hands. We vowed to stay in touch.
I felt obliged to hire yard help after this. He had a lot on his plate, including a full time job. It is my nature to be fiercely independent. Maybe that was stupid? Not sure I wanted yard maintenance neediness to be the bait in creating a romantic relationship. He has stopped by a few times since then but his heart remains with another. In a land far, far away. He was quick to share that he enjoyed a romantic relationship with a woman in the States. She had authentically desired a female companion for him close to home. Her wish preceded our synchronistic meeting by only days. We openly discussed our sparky connection. As much as she initially wished it, she (likely he also) found it weird for him to be mowing another woman’s lawn. Nothing wrong with someone changing her mind. When you love someone, you want the best for them. I can empathize with her intentions to want him looked after when they were geographically separated. But we are all human. I am unaware of a role model for sharing the human heart harmoniously between two lovers. If an example exists, I would love to know it. I did not mind enjoying the magic for the short moment.
I received a text one day when my European Gardener was doing a big project in my yard. My spring clean gardener stated, “I see you replaced me… Lol” My answer was “I would not put it that way. … You will always be my #1… gardener”. Love to flirt! I had decided that I did not want my unkempt yard to add to his already overburdened nervous system. He complimented the more tidy, kept appearance of the front yard… as he drove by. I laugh. Always. He actually did stop in for a quickie… hug that is. Get your mind out of the gutter now. Ha ha.
Let it be what it is. Funny that a psychic reading I had, just for kicks, shortly thereafter saw him as my next relationship. If the read holds any water, that could be fun. Perhaps that was the energy that day. These things can change quickly. I have learned my lesson. Forget chasing guys. They seem to hate that. Makes sense…
I am going with the New Age just be yourself advice. You’ll line up with the right one at the right time. There may be more than one, sequentially. I am completely off of more than one at once kick. I cannot fool myself. I am faithful to a fault. By not more than one, I mean not more than one incarnate human. I crack myself up…
Archangel Michael is my boyfriend these days. Ha ha. I got the idea from an angel intuitive just recently. I will try most things once…
It is working out rather well… He knows me and loves me exactly as I am. He does everything I want to do. He goes everywhere I want to go. He is really hot! He can be everywhere at once so his schedule always matches mine. Geographic location, another of my challenges, is of no concern. Don’t knock it until you have tried it!
The world is a magical place…depending how you look at it. Thanks Smoky!
May 2012 checked off see the Louvre and Paris in one fell swoop. Had an unusual rendez-vous with a statue. It is titled faune endormi by Edme Bouchardon. My assessment was that the energy from the artist got a good grip on me. The statue was my boyfriend for the day. That was a first … and a last. Truth is stranger than fiction. I was also a little crazy. Not really sure how to define crazy these days though. Is it seeing things with a wider view? Heaven only knows.
Love Suzanne Heintz photography showing another experience of a family trip to Paris. Her work has evolved to a movie called Playing House: Chapter 1 sample clip linked here. I had a lot less baggage, let me tell you. Perhaps I fool myself…
A final example how things can just come to you with ease and grace: Mother Meera. She is an Indian woman felt by many to be an avatar: a deity on earth is one definition I found on dictionary.com. I first heard about her over two and a half years ago. I received first hand stories from a man I traveled with in Ecuador. The most inspiring was when he described helping out with building an orphanage. He is an computer guy so physical labor was not a part of his routine outside of his work for Mother. He would feel very fatigued but quickly refreshed after sitting next to Mother Meera for about ten minutes. His physical stamina surprised him as he would work hard all day in construction. He described a beautiful energy when in her presence. That piqued my curiosity. I started following her on Facebook. I looked at her schedule a couple of times and wondered if I would travel to see her in person somewhere in the world. Germany is her home base. In the end, she came to Edmonton. I drove 10 minutes to see her on July 16, 2014. That was easy!
First paragraph written May 29, 2014. Most written July 21, 2014
Some Core Concepts of Bashar. This link is a bit busy but if you are inspired to sift through it a little, there is a lot there. Bashar describes how your excitement is your compass to let you know you are on course. Trust your timing. A very empowering choice in belief is: “I always get what I want. If it is not available now, there must be an excellent reason for this.” Beware buying into the belief, “I do not get want I want” – although it is always your choice. When you follow your excitement in each now moment, this leads to Positive Synchronicity – things magically working out in a way that is delightfully and surprisingly pleasing. A lot of letting go of expectations and control along with not knowing into the future is required to line up with your own magic.
As I have recounted this little string of what I find delightful and pleasing synchronicities to several friends now, one of them replied that these types of things only happen to me. Really? Pity…
My belief is they happen to whoever shares my belief system and follows their excitement. I know there are many others out there. Mine may sound tiny but I have full faith that I am on my path. It is unique to me. Everyone has their unique path so their synchronicities will match that … when they are aligned, following their excitement. Knowing who they truly are.
A favorite saying oft repeated in my mind: The Universe always has three possible answers to your desires. Yes. Not yet. Or I have something better in mind. Sometimes I throw in a “Resistance is futile” when I have doubts about what I am inspired to do.
Believe Lenny Kravitz.
Went rowing tonight. Last class of an introductory session at the Edmonton Rowing Club, twice a week for three weeks. From the get go, I wanted to try skulling in a single. Had rowed in an 8 man and skulled in a 4 man boat. Continually reminded of the protocol to skull single at the club – takes a while to develop your skills and earn the privilege.
Big giant smile on my face when all conditions led to there being only one boat available for me tonight. You guessed it, a single! Her name was Vision I. I was the only participant who showed up tonight from the class of ten. And there was only one single boat available as many boats were off site due to a competition. I had a private coach in the coachboat as an added bonus. Loved having all that attention. Just another delightful synchronicity where my desire was fulfilled! Will publish Row, Row, Row Your Boat as its own story of my rowing experiences. Lots of fun … and philosophy. Rowing is another analogy for life. Paint me inspired…