Well, I asked.For at least twenty years I've been praying, searching to find, stumble into, inherit or purchase a piece of land where I could resume a lifestyle I treasured for eight years. A life with dirt on my hands (face, knees and feet) and wind, clouds, sky and a cycle and rhythm of living WITH the Earth not against her, that suits me so well. My life seems to be full of these short bursts of tranquility and I guess I hoped I could manifest an enduring opportunity from which to finish off my not so boring life raising sheep and herbs again.
Yeah, I'm a regular Law of Attraction manifesting maven. From large to small, it seems to occur when I'm most vulnerable and ready and willing to "listen" to my heart and my gut. And just because it's taken twenty years, that has not diminished my commitment to creating miracles and consciously living in the now. There are opportunities and then there are the true miracle manifestations and they may take longer (linear time speaking) than simple opportunities.
It's January, 2008, and I'm rather tired of the same ol', same ol' routine. I decide (once again) to see if I can find a dance partner just for some dedicated dancing each week. Being self-employed in a business that has some higher demands on physical labor, I choose carefully what I do on my off times. Dancing is very high on that list.
Perusing craigslist.com under "men seeking women" I only spot a couple of entries indicating dancing. But my eyes run across one that stands out: "Seeking co-creator for sustainable community-47." Hmmm. That's cool, I'm thinking. A guy with a vision. Nice. Very nice and refreshing from all the blatant sexual perverts that frequent www.craigslist.com.
Moving on I ponder the one ad that specifically indicates a dance partner but it feels like the writer wants someone to teach him to dance. I want a dancer who can comfortably spin me around the dance floor. Moving back up the list, my eyes hit on Mr. Visionary again but this time, from somewhere deep inside my brain a voice literally explodes: ANSWER THAT AD. ANSWER THAT AD NOW!
There was no please. Just volume. It was a firm directive from something that could have done the voiceovers for the audio tapes Conversations with God, it was that forceful and knowing. But the male voice had an unusual accent and pronunciation, not one I had heard before. Well, I don't argue with voices in my head (no, they don't happen THAT often) when they provide a message that feels harmless and demand little or no time commitments. (I can be rather lazy when it comes to self-improvement.)
But what to say? He's obviously younger than I am, looking hopefully for his soulmate, lover, partner. What will he do when/if he meets up with me? Yet the voice kept reverberating in my head and I just opened up his ad and sent back something rather blah in response and my phone number.
In a couple of hours, I was talking to Tom and having a very pleasant conversation about this and that and his property south of Albuquerque and he was WOW! asking ME questions. How many guys do that right away? Like he was truly interested in getting to know me and my experience of life and my aspirations. Never a question about my age, kids, past relationships. Just sticking to the present. Of course we made a decision to meet for coffee. So for a whole day I got to dread what I knew would be his disappointment in learning that the person who answered his ad has four kids, five granddaughters and about 10 years more of living than he. Oh well. I'll simply tell him about the voice in my head. That should make it all better. Yeah right. But that's how it all began.
