Thursday, January 1, 2015

So happy to be living again. Surrounded by great people and community. It doesn't take long for life to get going once you jump onto your path. I have one week of transiency before moving into my new place. I'm enjoying it obviously. Who doesn't?

This last year was a rotten year for most people. Absolutely horrendous. Full of insurmountable challenges. Many people, like myself, are fleeing/have fled that existence. Who wouldn't?

There are a lot of incredible people doing a lot of incredible things. I look forward to doing my part and supporting these awesome souls.

Friday, December 19, 2014


Well that was a hefty couple of weeks. Her strep throat and being home really threw me off. We have not recovered. Very stressful around here. I am also going through some serious healing -- that life-changing transformation people go through after they've been through crap. I've been in a haze for six months straight. Many think it could be post-traumatic stress from God knows what incident this summer. I haven't even been able to sleep properly.

However, in this life-transforming process, magic is happening. I actually felt magic people! We found a place, the perfect place that only the universe could have made happen. It is so far away from anywhere I was even looking. In fact, it was in the 'no way, not living there' zone. However, turns out this is exactly where I want to be. We are now living in a cozy little house on a horse farm; it is pet-friendly with a gigantic yard, outdoor pool, epic storage space, kids all around, phenominal owners and FIVE HORSES!

It was magic seeing Little One (who I will now refer to as 'Horse Girl') with those horses. Couldn't get her away from them. I was chatting away with the landlady, but we both stopped when we realized Horse Girl was no longer with us. She was back at the horses, with her arms around the biggest ones head, giving it a bear hug and what looked like blowing it a raspberry. Landlady made a deal with Horse Girl - she will work hard on the farm closing all the gates and helping to scoop poop three times per week, and in turn will be 'trained' as a farmhand and learn everything she needs to know about owning horses because... Now she wants her own horse!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

No sick days here

Nothing exciting to report today. She’s been home for two days straight, possibly strep throat. We had our piano Christmas recital on the weekend. Tonight we saw Squire Barnes. I'm still unemployed and three weeks shy of homelessness.

This week has solidified that I only want to work for myself and although there are many great job postings out there for these types of jobs, I have pretty much given up on the whole resume thing. I will put in about a weeks worth of effort but am focussing more on selling myself and my great ideas.

I have found a writing group to keep me inspired and have hired Little One. Today I put her to work on making business cards and taking pictures of all the stuff I get to sell before our move. I paid her in cash and organic, fair-trade dark chocolate.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Hahaha! I laugh in the face of...

I am in a panic. I still have three weeks before my move and do not have a place or income lined up. Since when do I panic?

Six years ago I was in this exact situation. I was moving here to Urbania with nothing but a baby, a college certificate, and $1000 that I had to pay back. I survived.

I'm also reminded of other times I have uprooted and survived. In my twenties, for example, the Gordon Campbell government came in and wiped out the Kootenay’s, shut-down schools, daycares, senior homes. There were no jobs. Laid-off government workers were applying to the mall foodcourt. Newly graduated from my college program, I left home with $60 cash, stayed with friends, found a fun job in my field. I survived. Then, two years ago I left a psychotic boyfriend. I sent Little One to her dad's, crashed on a friend's couch, and within 48 hours, had a wonderful and cozy apartment in a perfect neighbourhood with an amazing school. I survived.

Now, I'm leaving Urbania. I have financial support, Little One's needs are taken care of, she doesn’t need constant supervision, I have more skills, supplementary income, and new and exciting intentions. So what’s the deal?

Perhaps, it could be that this move is planned so I have more time to think and prepare. However, I believe the real reason is that this move is letting me learn to be myself again, to stay focused on my intention and to not let barriers sneak in. Barriers did not exist for me in the past, but since I began trying to operate on others ideals the trial and error, crashing and burning numerous times and my life crumbling before my eyes has really shook me up. This move is throwing all patterns that no longer serve me into my face  – and I get to smash them to pieces. With this new start, I get to take all the lessons and strength of the past decade while wiping out all the negativity that has been festering in me for too long.

When you set your intentions on being awesome and living, life just becomes fun and flawless. It’s just how it is. I'm going to enjoy every moment.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

We're Moving

I have been on many adventures this year, starting on Easter weekend. I just throw my day in a backpack and then head out. I haven't been on any excursions recently, I keep smashing my cars. The last one left us broken and in pain. Bloody hell. Always when I get my life going too.

Earlier this summer, my adventures led me to a farm which happened to be in the area I was eyeing up as my dream place to live -- the place I would manifest some property to build my ecohouse. On this farm, I learned to face my barriers (in less traumatic ways), and oh my are those barriers ever real.

Recently I have had to make a decision. I am done with this leg of the journey. We are moving. We're  packing up, leaving and getting out of this too-many-horses town ... We are heading twenty minutes east - to the neighbourhod of my dreams.

I feel excited. I'm feeling a purpose again and joy and excited to be moving forward with the momentum of the planet. Since accepting that I would have to uproot her from her the only community she's ever known and her awesome school, life is quickly getting back on path. Her counsellor says I'm building 'resiliency'. Glad she's supportive.

My body is getting fixed and more adventures are leading to more answers, cool people, and my manifesting the things I need (this month I've accumulated a bigger backpack as well as a small laptop which I can take to my outdoor office with me!)

I really look forward to getting my sense of humour back. Urbania really shot that down. My apologies but my blog posts won't be funny for a while; please bear with me as I regain that part of my soul.


Tonight I learned to crochet a dishrag -- thought it would be easier to learn to crochet than to do laundry and wash my dirty dishrags. She read a whole novel.  She's seven... Dear God get us to our farm.