Seattle Girl on Cape Cod: A Room of One's Own and other BIG NEWS...

Dear Fellow Earthlings,

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write...”—A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolfe

I finally did it. I got a 'A Room of One's Own' in December. I invested in myself. This may not sound like much, but it was huge for me. I have spent quite a bit of time getting the atmosphere just right. I've added plants, a sofa, a rug, etc. 

My Room of One's Own....

I found most of the furniture on Facebook Marketplace. I got a mid century sofa bed for $50, a huge Monstera plant and a bunch of other plants for $50. I also got these items for free: an accent chair, side tables and a gorgeous Moroccan mirror. The owners of the space I'm renting gave me a desk, office chair and two beautiful plants for free too.

Gorgeous sunset tonight from my Writer's Room

The office space I'm renting is 5 minutes from my home. It's an oasis of peace. As I sit here on the second floor in my heated room, I hear an owl hooting outside my window. I think I'm the only one here at 8:30pm on a Thursday. Most of the people in my office building are therapists and there is one real estate broker who is never here. This is interesting because I always thought that if I were to ever choose a different career for myself, it would be counseling.

 Earlier today, I treated myself to a foot massage and pedicure at a nail salon in my complex which consists of about 7 buildings total in a square around a large parking lot. The buildings are very aesthetically pleasing, with little houses attached together and set back from historical Route 6A. Besides the nail salon, there's also a day spa and a hair salon. I know, I know, it seems that I'm avoiding the actual work I set out to do here. And what is that work, you ask?

Well, I really needed a private space to myself to teach my college classes, online intuitive classes and I needed a place to offer psychic readings and finish my next book. For nearly three years, I've been teaching and offering classes in my bedroom on the Cape and while this seemed to work out okay when we were renting a big house in Eastham, it's been more challenging since we bought and moved to a one-bedroom condo. The space where I did all my college classes and tried to write was at the foot of the bed and my writer's chair and desk were often strewn with clothing, books, boxes, etc. I had to constantly push things aside to make space for my work and I was also sharing that space with Scott.

So this is a big move for me. The owners gave me all of December for free, so I don't feel guilty yet for not having done too much. I've spent most of the month just getting organized! I still have boxes of my journals and other writing material in the storage area of our condo. I need to get these things organized in my office and come up with a writing schedule.

I know I'm going to teach my college classes and hunker down and write this winter, but I'm also ITCHING to travel. Winter can be bitter cold and windy on Cape Cod. It's a bit daunting to think that I'm going to lock myself up here to write when I really feel like running away to a tropical location and enjoying. 

To stay active, I wake up at 7am and walk with my friends Christine and Katie and often go to yoga after our walk. If I miss walking at 7am, I try and walk at some point in the day. I find this is really important when the days are dark and cold.

In other BIG news, on November 5th, Scott reached into his backpack and pulled out a tiny box and said, "Should I get down on one knee or something?" Oh.My.Lord. I opened the box and inside was a tiny, silver filagree ring with a tiny turquoise stone that he chose himself. A promise ring. He asked me to marry him! We've talked about it a handful of times, but this was a surprise. I said YES! We've had an amazing almost seven years of love, joy and adventures as well as challenges that we've had to navigate, as every couple does. I feel like we've navigated the challenges quite well and are both emotionally intelligent enough to work together in finding solutions to those challenges. I feel good and excited about all the love and adventures to come!

With my sweet man on Christmas on Chapin Beach Cape Cod. Baby, it's cold outside!

 Now the daunting task of planning a wedding in the fall. It all seems so overwhelming that maybe we'll just elope? Not sure yet?

Also, this summer we plan to go to Europe. We can rent our Cape place out for quite a nice sum of money, so we've decided to travel. There's also those plans to figure out. By this summer, I'll be ready to travel again.

I have so many things I want to do that I'm finding it hard to focus and prioritize. I feel like sometimes I just want to soak up everything life has to offer and life has a lot to offer. I like to imagine and create. I am so happy I have a place to do that now. This place is quiet, cozy, warm, comfortable and very conducive to work. It's a writer's dream! Please send good juju so I can do something with this new investment and get the next book done!! It's been a long time and I'd like it to happen....

Here I go.....

Seattle Girl on Cape Cod: Dropping Down Deep

 Dear fellow Earthlings,

Has it really been six months since I've written on this blog? What happened? I can't even really summarize it all. 

All I can say is that I was on a long journey and that journey was very extroverted on some levels, but there was some inner work that did take place.

I stopped writing here in April. By June, summer was in full swing and I was getting ready to leave my Cape place for six weeks and rent it out. Scott and I traveled by car from the Cape to Washington State and back. That was not a short journey. We went to meet friends and family and to clear out our storage units there, but there were definite adventures along the way in both directions. Looking back, they seemed like initiations to get me to where I am now. 

After we returned from our long trip, several friends from Seattle and Florida came to visit us. My best friend from elementary school just left on Halloween. It was such a joy to have a life-long friend here in my new stomping grounds. I love this place so much and I wanted her to experience what I have experienced. I can honestly say that we both had a really good time.

But now it's November 1st. Time to drop down inwards. Time to see what wants to come out.

On Halloween, after being inside all day working on my college class and catching up on other work I avoided while enjoying with my friend, I decided to head to Mayflower Beach and walk along the shore to Chapin Beach. It was around 5:30pm and the sky across the bay was jet black with only a sliver of white against the emerald green water.

 It looked like the sky might fall at any minute. It had an eerie quality that was appropriate for the holiday. There was not a soul on the beach, save for one man dressed in a lion suit sitting melancholically on the beach next to the shore. He looked unflinchingly into the distance, hands wrapped around his knees. He had an air of disappointment about him. Upon seeing me, he gathered his lion's tail in his hands and wandered down the shore in the opposite direction. 

Now there was no one.

There was also no wind.

I listened to the waves lap against the shore and watched as the clouds got darker and darker. They were so dark now that they seemed they might burst.

When I got to Chapin Beach, I turned around and started walking on the street. The air was thick and warm and crickets still chirped. Did they know it was almost November? Did they know winter was coming?

I closed my eyes and felt the moment. The sultriness of summer was still in the air, but the darkness of the skies and the dead leaves on the ground indicated the change coming that was inevitable.

I wandered as far as Bay Beach. Just before I entered the beach a fox crossed my path. I hadn't seen one since 2020 when I lived in Eastham. I didn't have any friends there and spent most of my time talking to animals. I was tuned in then in a way I am not now, but just for those few moments, staring at the fox across from me as he sat looking at me intently in the sand dunes, I realized that I hadn't lost all connection to the natural world. I was tuning in again. I felt deep gratitude for this creature's appearance on Halloween. Foxes, to me, exist between both the physical and spiritual worlds and at a time when the veil between the physical and spiritual is so thin, it felt very auspicious to see him there.

But just as he appeared, he disappeared, almost as if he were never there to begin with.

I carried on down the beach and came upon dozens of sand pipers screeching loudly under the moon. I had no where to walk without running into them, so they flew in formation over the sand and landed in a perfect line along the shore giving me a path to walk. 

I know this new month marks the start of a very different time. I can feel I will be writing quite a bit. I can feel I will be uncovering more than I know. I will start teaching a new intuitive writing class on Friday at Ritual in Yarmouth. This time it will be in person. The class is called Conscious Creation. I may also offer it online. I have been working at a deeper and deeper level with the idea that we completely create our reality. I have tested new tools that give clear evidence for this. I'm excited to explore more deeply with conscious creation and see where it leads.

For now, I am grateful for the opportunity to get back in to a rhythm and routine. As the days grow shorter, I'm ready to drop down deep....

Seattle Girl on Cape Cod: The fog will lift and you WILL get your mojo back...

Dear fellow EARTHLINGS,

Are any of you feeling the INERTIA? Are you feeling the fog? Are you on airplane mode? Is your vehicle on auto-pilot? Are you in your comfort ZONE, but feeling like you need a sense of purpose, direction or perhaps a little FIRE under your pants to get you going? (By the way, I enlarged the text on this post because it wants to be LARGE for obvious reasons today).

Well, I am feeling these things!

I had a dream earlier in the month where I was driving my car but had no idea where I was going. The fog outside kept getting thicker and thicker. Eventually I had to pull the car over. I started getting sleepy and realized I was being 'gassed'. I couldn't even bring myself to check my phone or send a message out, I was THAT tired. I was able to lean my car seat back and then I guess I surrendered. It wasn't a fearful dream. I wasn't in FIGHT or FLIGHT. 

I just let go....

A few days after that I went down to Mayflower Beach and the entire beach was in a thick fog. It was like I was living out my dream in reality (or vice versa). I walked directly into the fog and couldn't see Cape Cod Bay or people or life of any kind. I could only see less than a foot in front of me, so I walked in the direction of the sound of the waves. I got to the water and dead European Starlings were strewn across the shore. I have an app that identified the birds. 

Why were they dead? What killed them? Bird flu? Virus? 

I had this eerie feeling and a sense of being the only one left on Earth. I kept walking through the fog with wet sand beneath my feet. There were patches of seaweed and kelp here and there in the sand. I decided to identify some of these: Dead Man's Fingers, Gut Weed...

So now I'm walking through fog over Dead Man's Fingers and Gut Weed to a stark shoreline where once-full-of-song-and-life starlings are lying half-mutilated on the dark, cold sand. If this is not a metaphor for what has been going on in our world for the last...say... 2 to 3 years, I don't know what is.

I stood still for a moment as the fog turned my hair into a wet mess which was now sticking to my face and thought:

For the love of God, can we please have a little light in this world?

Just then the fog lifted. I kid you not. I saw the entire beach stretched out before me. I saw light and people in the distance walking their dogs. I saw kids playing frisbee. Strange seagulls with black heads came out of nowhere. One hovered along side me and I swear he looked me right in the eye. What were these creatures? Before I could have another thought about it, this bird took off on another thermal down the beach. Later, I identified the birds to be a black-headed gulls (makes sense), which is a rare visitor to North America, being that they are European. Maybe they, like the starlings, had a message?

I got my own message that day. It was pretty loud and clear. Surrender and eventually the fog will lift. AMEN TO THAT!

I'm ready for this inertia to go away. I'm ready to feel  clear-headed and get my fire back. I'm ready to WRITE and get my next book out there, teach classes, retreats, get my mojo back and GET ON WITH IT.

I'M READY!

I know the world is heavy right now. I know there is a lot going on. I know self care is needed, but that that doesn't mean you can't spread your wings and fly. You are still ALIVE. What do you want to do with this one precious life? We need your light.... so pick something (or pick a few things, but not much more than that) and stick with it until the end. 

I am speaking primarily to myself, but perhaps you feel this too? And here's the thing:

Just because the GRINCH stole the ROAST BEAST doesn't mean he gets to steal Christmas, right? All the Whos down in Whoville are not going to let that happen. They are going to join hands, love, sing, create and carry on....

And that's what I plan to do.

How about you?

Seattle Girl on Cape Cod: Nothing to Fear

"Storms don't come teach us painful lessons rather they were meant to wash us clean."—Sharon L. Alder

 

Dear fellow Earthlings, 

So much is going on in the world and I have recently received a strong call to go off Facebook and get off social media. I don't watch news, I don't interact with what is going on in current events. I follow my intuition and my intuition told me to go 'offline.' The only thing I keep here is my blog. 

The Earth and the beings living upon the Earth are going through a massive transformation. The way we do things is changing. The old systems are crumbling and as this happens, my guides have let me know that SELF CARE is of UTMOST importance right now. Being very aware of how I spend my time and how I spend my energy is going to be important in the coming months. 

At night, I know I am doing work. I can't explain exactly. When I wake up, I usually can't remember much, but I know I am working on the astral plane for the good of others.

Sometimes this work is heavy and it leaves me feeling tired or overwhelmed and even lethargic on the physical plane. I get irritated easy and find there is no time for things anymore. It feels like there is so much to do in the material world, but I can't get a grasp on all of it.

This tells me that my mind is occupied with more things than I know. Perhaps my storage is full and I need to delete some files. 

I channel and get messages. I am an intuit and I do psychic readings for people. I have done this work for a long time. The veil between this world and the non-physical world is very thin and if you are tuned in, you are aware of how close it is.

Humans fear death, but life and death are really the same thing: one is physical and one is non-physical. The reason it is frightening is because we give so much value to the material world. If humans gave more value to the non-physical world, or the spirit/spiritual world, they would realize that there really is NOTHING to fear. 

Nature is the bridge between the physical and non-physical worlds. Nature has its own language that is not made of words. It speaks all the time and gives messages and signs and answers in every single moment that you tune yourself to her.

When you go out in nature, slow down.

Walk slow and witness each thing you see, hear, taste, touch and smell. Really sink in!

On Saturday, I woke up rather early. Scott wanted to sleep in because he had just returned from a ski trip to Vermont with the company he works for and was tired.

I got a strong feeling to get outside and head to Wing Island in Brewster, Cape Cod. It's a small, sandy island behind the Natural History Museum that is accessible by a boardwalk. I was the only car in the parking lot when I got there at 9am.

Nature responded to me immediately. Just near the parking lot was another trail I had not ventured down yet. I decided to explore it a little. As I walked through the morning sun, hundreds of birds with various calls sang their songs. It was so enchanting. Each one an integral part of Nature's choir. There were chickadees, red cardinals, blue jays, morning doves and birds I could not identify. 

I stood there letting the sun soak through me from head to toe and listened to this music.

I must have stood there for a good 10 minutes. I wanted to venture further, but snow and ice covered the trail further down and I had slightly re-sprained my ankle and was recovering again and didn't want to chance it. I walked back to the parking lot and headed to Wing Island.

I walked over a two-plank boardwalk through the marsh. Tall common reeds flanked my path. I felt a kind of ecstasy as I walked across the open marsh. Eventually the path opened to Cape Cod Bay at low tide. I walked far out on the sand flats. I stopped often and basked in the sun and let it fill me up, like drinking from a tall glass of clean water. It was a reminder to return to Nature for sustenance whenever I felt overwhelmed.

Fast forward 6 days and it's now March 12th. I started this post on March 6th. So much has happened in that short span of time. I got SUCKED into the physical plane and all the drama there. The condo where I live is in a battle with board members (seems appropriate since the rest of the world is in a battle too. It's like the macro and micro have lined up). Anyway, a certain board member insists on bulldozing over anyone who steps up or speaks up. I have had trouble with bullies in my life. I don't often stand up to them and over the past 6 days or so, I've decided to stand up. This has caused one of our condo members to become aggressive. There are several unit owners who have recognized and experienced that this is NOT good energy, so we've stood up together. I had a confrontation with that board member on Thursday that sucked all the energy right out of me. She was relentless. 

I'm kinda done with narcissists and bullies. We are in a world where I feel they are all rearing their heads and insisting on their ways, but the world is changing at an intense speed and there is no room for that kind of energy anymore. Anyway, I got a strong sign to get out of my condo for awhile and go on a STAY CATION. It's the end of my college quarter and I needed a quiet place to tune in, finish my work and just rest. 

I asked myself where I was meant to be and I got Eastham, on the lower Cape. This is my old stomping grounds. It's where I lived with Scott for 8 months when we first came to Cape Cod. I didn't have any friends here then nor a car. Although I desperately wanted a friend, I was able to tune in very deeply to nature and now I view that time as a sort of 'awakening' for myself on a deep level. The lower Cape is WILD. I'd often walk to First Encounter Beach and foxes would walk along side me. Once a coyote stood in the middle of the road. Hawks and osprey fly overhead and the birds are in abundance.

I rented a small cottage on Minister Pond. 

When I arrived to this oasis, there was a goodie bag on the table that read "Welcome back to Eastham Katherine!" It was like a warm hug. My entire body began to RELAX. I had stopped by the store and gotten food for the weekend. I had planned to stay here alone to get all my college work done, but Scott will come on Sunday to enjoy,

Right now the wind is HOWLING outside. It's Nature's way of clearing the air. When I drove out here on Friday at around 4, the sun was high in the sky and Tom Petty was playing on the radio singing "I'm FREE....FREE FALLING!" And I remembered that feeling again. I remembered that girl who likes to MOVE and flow and listen. The one who talks to red cardinals and every cat she sees and looks for crocuses and signs of spring. 

Yes, when I go inside, when I step back into Nature and pull myself away from the drama on the physical plane, I realize that it is all just WIND. Right now that wind is shaking the door in its frame. It sounds like someone is trying to open the door, but it is all just a bunch of AIR. If I can think of things in this way, I feel okay.

 I realize that while the wind seems fierce and relentless, there is always a calm after the storm and maybe that storm is necessary to shake things out of their stagnation. Maybe we all need a little shaking up! Maybe this storm is calling me to not run and hide, but to face what's in front of me, be it wind at my door or a menacing woman at my door. Maybe they are both the same and have just taken on a different forms?

Anyway, I've taken a break from my college grading to finish this post. I have to believe that it will all work out. That all things eventually do work out as they are supposed to. 

For now, I crave that quiet, introspective time alone. Here I am during a HUGE STORM out in the woods of Cape Cod alone and there's absolutely nothing to fear.

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Seattle Girl on Cape Cod: Are you spiraling up or down?

"The spiral is a spiritualized circle. In the spiral form, the circle, uncoiled, has ceased to be vicious; it has been set free."—Vladimir Nabokov

Dear fellow Earthlings,

The time is crucial now. We must see things in a new light or risk spiraling downward. If we are moving in vicious cycles or spiraling out of control, we've lost connection to the very core of who we are and what we are capable of.

From the perspective of the news, social media and all things that come through to us on SCREENS, the world appears to be spiraling downward again. We haven't missed a beat. We've gone from a global pandemic to a possible WWIII. But it only takes one change in perspective, one step off that merry-go-round to see from a different vantage point. We are energetic beings first and foremost. Nothing is SOLID in the world we live in. We are connected to everything that exists, from the tiny shell to the great OCEAN and all her life forms.

I'm stepping away from news and social media. I will keep writing here and post these musings online and in other places. It's time to step up, to spiral UP!

This is not a suggestion, it's a call and if you are reading this, keep reading. I'll be adding more every Friday.

If we are energetic beings capable of bringing anything forward into the world that we think, feel, or do, then every action and thought we have has serious repercussions. 

It's like casting a stone into the a calm lake and seeing the ripple effects of your actions. Thoughts also become things. What thoughts are you having, sharing, viewing, forming opinions about and believing. You may think it doesn't matter. In fact, it matters most. It's what causes a world to spiral out of control or free itself from incessant barrage of information that isn't even really 'our own' information (meaning the information that comes from within).  This is having detrimental effects on people's health, sense of safety and wellbeing. 

What is really happening on the inside of you?

Step away from all of it. Step out in nature.  Can you feel anything? Can you get a sense of yourself separate from what you are bombarded with daily? Do you take time to hear yourself and nature around you? If you do, you might be thinking, feeling and doing things completely differently than most of the world. You may be able to step out of the vicious cycle of information overload coming through screens on televisions, cell phones and other devices and feel a sense of connectedness and freedom.

One thing I've practiced that has helped tremendously is envisioning the world I'd like to live in and not accepting anything else. I envision the outcome. I see, taste, touch, smell, hear and feel this world and then find myself living in it. I don't allow for other thoughts to enter other than the ones that fit this vision. 

I teach classes on vision boarding and intuitive writing and I'm a practicing psychic and intuit. I have lived my life like this for as long as I can remember. Every vision board I've ever created has come true for me even if I have not fully understood the images that I selected and why I placed them in the particular order they ended up in.

Today, I'm being called to UNPLUG again form Facebook for a month and see where it leads me. What stations will I tune into that are on other frequencies? Is staring at a screen of images the REALITY or does reality exist when I 'put down' all that I'm fed from outside and sense what is really going on inside. 

These are thoughts to consider as I make a firm choice to SPIRAL UP!

Join me here every Friday, where thoughts become things. I will try to put up the audio of my channelings and dreams here, but have to figure out the technology, which I'm not too keen on these days.

Until then, fellow Earthlings....

Seattle Girl on Cape Cod: Disappearing ACT

 Dear fellow Earthlings,

It's been a long time. Over 10 months to be exact. I didn't think I'd disappear for so long and so much has happened in that short time. Here's a quick timeline to catch you up:

• At the end of March, Scott stopped working for his friend in Welfleet. Since then, he's worked for another company, done handyman work and worked for another friend. And is now pretty comfortable working at Thor Construction in Wellfleet, MA where he's been for awhile.
• I closed on a condo on May 3rd in Dennis, MA which is on Cape Cod.
• We immediately got down and dirty with fixing our condo up. It needed a lot of fixing. It's now looking quite nice and homey, but still isn't 100% done. Hopefully by this winter it will be almost complete. I don't want to show before and after photos until it's done. We scrubbed walls, put in wainscoting, put in new floors, baseboard, crown molding and kitchen cabinets, all new kitchen lighting, including pendant lights over the island. We still have to do kitchen countertops, new appliances and probably a bathroom remodel. We've made it nice and definitely increased the value of the place. Real estate is prime on the Cape, so it's a good place to invest.
• June & July were all about a little remodeling, but mostly enjoying the summer on Cape Cod and spending time with new friends (I'm so happy to have good friends here now!) 
• In August, I went to Seattle with Scott to reconnect with family and friends there. We had a great time and it was great weather! We stayed 5 nights on Whidbey Island with family in a gorgeous house overlooking Saratoga Passage. We also spent time in Seattle, Sequim and Port Townsend. I sprained my ankle there while out to dinner with a friend and it's taken some time to rehabilitate my ankle, but I'm getting there through Physical Therapy and I'm back to hiking 3-4 miles a day.
• September-December was about teaching fall quarter online AND enjoying my favorite season—FALL!!! I went to Mirabeau Spa in Plymouth for my birthday and got a massage and used the spa facilities. This was wonderful because our power went out at our house during a storm, but not at the spa. I got a complimentary champagne drink at the bar and ordered lunch. That night a girlfriend and I went out to dinner at The Ocean House in Dennis. It has a gorgeous view of the water and the food is delicious. I had the scallops. For my birthday weekend, we drove to Portsmouth, New Hampshire for lunch and then on to Kittery and York, Maine where we stayed a night at an amazing boutique hotel overlooking Nubble Light House. It was picturesque and perfect. We were back in time for the Salty Witches Samhain Market (A Halloween Festival) at Ritual on Cape Cod where Scott and I take and teach classes. It was fun dressing up, carving pumpkins, roasting marshmallows and enjoying the festivities.
• Our Condo had a Friendsgiving the Sunday before Thanksgiving and we all shared food together. It was really nice and then we went to Scott's mom's place for actual Thanksgiving and spent it with Scott's mom and cousin.
• For the Christmas season, we enjoyed both the Yarmouth and Dennis Christmas Stroll, tree-lighting and caroling in town. I hadn't participated in any of the strolls before and they were really fun. I also had a very interesting experience eating inside an IGLOO at the Ocean Edge Resort in Brewster. It was an all-clear dome structure equipped with a heater, blankets, cozy chairs and a drink/food menu to order from. It was really fun and festive. We had Christmas dinner and opened presents at our condo in Dennis. Scott's mom, who is almost 98, made the trip. She hasn't been out of her neighborhood in YEARS, so this was epic. On NYE we went out with friends for dinner and live music and then did count down in our own home. The next day, on January 1st, we went out to lunch with Scott's mom, brother and cousin at The Fisherman's View Restaurant in Dennis, MA. Then, on Sunday, January 2nd, I taught a VISION BOARD workshop for the New Year at Ritual. That was fun and well-attended.
• On Wednesday, January 5, Scott started to feel unwell. He tested positive for COVID and I got it right after. We are still crawling out of that hole, but felt well enough today (10 days later), to take a hike and visit Nauset Beach. This OMICRON variant is going around and is infecting everyone, regardless of vaccination status. I'm kind of glad we got it, because we overcame it and now feel stronger having been through it. It's not for the meek or weak, that's for sure, and we made sure we quarantined and stayed home.
• I'm teaching a full load online at the college now, A Level 5 ESL class and a business class. I missed two Zoom classes online last week due to COVID, but I'm up and running again and feel pretty good again.

So as you can see, I disappeared from here, but I have been pretty active in life. I feel more a part of my community here on Cape Cod. I have friends now, which makes a HUGE difference. 

While I was sick with nothing to do, I felt a strong urge to write again. I felt a strong pull to write on my blog AND finish my current book. I'm not sure how I'll do it with my busy teaching schedule, but I'm pretty determined. My goal is to write here every Friday and to write my book Thursday-Sunday, when I'm not teaching. 

I've been having really intense dreams, but when I wake up, I forget to write them down and "poof," they are gone. I feel like those dreams are are pointing out where I need to go. If I could remember them, it would help me. Also, I've been channeling quite a bit and Scott's been recording those channelings. I hope to share them here. It's a little scary to share those, as I haven't done that before, but I feel this is the year to not hold back. This is the year to allow "my full self" to come to the surface and those who like it or resonate with what I write/channel are welcome! 

What feels most true to me during this GREAT TIME OF CHANGE is to turn my mind away from mainstream news and more toward's NATURE'S NEWS. 

Today the ocean called. The Atlantic Ocean beckoned me. I wanted to go to our old stomping grounds, Nauset Beach and feel the spray of the salt water touch my face and cold wind turn my cheeks red. I wanted to touch the soft, white sand and look straight into those rolling waves. I wanted to be lifted into the air by the wind, but jumping would have to do. I skipped along the shore and laughed like a child. It was so cold, my hands went numb. I still laughed. I laughed so hard I cried and the tears almost froze right there on my face. Ahhh, to be ALIVE. What a gift it is. We don't have time for disagreements, fighting, deciding who's right or wrong. We don't have time for FEAR. We are all only here for a blip in time. Instead of tuning into people's news, I want to tune into the main SOURCE. 

I am part of the waves,

the salt air,

The children's laughter,

the wind in my hair,

I am bigger than what my body can hold

from a grain of sand

To a wave so strong,

and loud,

and powerful,

that it can and WILL

suck everything away in its wake,

In one instant

One instant

It's all we have here

Until we return to those waves.

How will you spend these fleeting instances?

By telling people what to do 

and how to think?

Will you spend it dividing yourself from others?

Will you insist, righteously, that you know all the answers?

Or will you go

with the wind

to the end

of 

time

**In the next blog post next Friday, I will share my first channeling. Stay TUNED!***

Seattle Girl on Cape Cod: Collaborating with the Unknown

"By choosing your thoughts, and by selecting which emotional currents you will release and which you will reinforce, you determine the quality of your Light. You determine the effects that you will have on others, and the nature of the experience of your life."—Gary Zukov from Seat of the Soul.

 Dear fellow Humans,

There's lots to fear in the world we live in today. There's a pandemic and people are dying.

 Or is that the unreliable narrator playing its part? Or am I the unreliable narrator?

 It's hard to distinguish fact from fiction today and everyone will tell you that what THEY believe and  follow are the FACTS without a doubt. So then others are called to question their own beliefs and facts and, since we all influence each other, we begin to FOLLOW what we are told rather than what is intrinsically true for each one of us. I can't deny what's true for you. What's true for you IS what's true for you. I'm not going to try and convince you otherwise. You have a right to believe and follow what you want to believe and follow. 

Part of why we create a story to begin with is because we are AFRAID of the unknown. Humans don't do well with what they don't know. It's easier to have a story. A story makes us feel like we know what's going on. 

The funny thing is, we've never known what will happen. NEVER. It's always been a mystery. We can't control what others will do, say or be. We only have the power to decide what we will do, say or be in this world at this moment in time.

Rather than fight the unknown and demand answers, I've found a way to collaborate with it. In fact, working with the unknown has become second nature to me. The unknown is highly intelligent and intuitive. When you are open to the unknown, amazing things happen. There's a co-creation that occurs that most often defies logic. If you are closed to it, you will only see what's in front of you or what's dished up for you to see.

In my life, there have been so many clear signs of the unknown tapping me on the shoulder and saying, "Can you hear me? I'm here. Let's create!"

When I hold tight to my old ideas or beliefs, no other energy is allowed to enter. I've basically decided on THE STORY of my life. Period. Most of the story I've created comes from past trauma or old patterns and beliefs that are no longer true. 

Examples:

"I'm poor and don't have much money."

"I'll never find a partner."

"You have to work hard for your money."

"Work is unenjoyable."

"I'll never be a home owner."

"I am not healthy."

"This has been a very hard year with no brightness anywhere."

These are messages that end with a period. There's no room for anything else to enter. It's the END of the story. 

But how about trying these instead:

"All the abundance in the world is available to me."

"There are many possible partners out there just waiting to literally bump into me."

"Work that I love flows easily into my life."

"My work is enjoyable."

"The perfect home is waiting for me and I can feel I'll have it soon."

"I'm in optimal health. I've never felt better and everyday I give my body the attention and love it needs."

"This year has had some challenges, for sure, but I still see brightness and possibility everywhere I look."

I just rewrote the STORY. Am I the unreliable narrator or am I simply collaborating with the unknown? Did you notice that the second group of statements were not definitive. They didn't have a feeling of "absoluteness" to them. They were more open and free. And maybe, to an extent, unreliable. Why? Because our PAST HISTORY, patterns and beliefs have told us that they simply CAN'T be TRUE. 

Why not try on a different HAT for size? Go out on a limb and create a new story. Collaborate with the unknown and unwritten, just to see what happens. 

Well, here's my story for an example:

I was in WA state and for months had been trying to buy a home. There was NOTHING I could afford, or so I told myself. 

"I guess I'll just be poor forever and roam from rental to rental. I'm not meant to have a home." 

A big part of me believed this story. I am attached to the wandering part of myself and LOVE it dearly, to the point of not really wanting to change the story, I guess. One day, while searching for homes on Zillow, I saw a listing for an off-season rental on Cape Cod that was extremely affordable. I hadn't considered Cape Cod. It wasn't the story I had imagined for myself. I was set on living on the Olympic Peninsula in WA State. Strangely, this rental on Cape Cod started to pull me in. I let go and I could feel myself living there and entertaining there and really loving it. I was open to a new story. I was open to ease and a different direction. All the times I visited Cape Cod with my boyfriend (his 97-year old mother and cousin live here and he grew up here) I loved it. Due to the "pandemic," I found myself teaching online, so currently, I can live anywhere. 

"But you better not uproot yourself. You better hold steady. You don't know when you'll have to go back to the classroom. It's unsafe to travel by car across the country right now. Coronavirus numbers are rising. You could get it. BE SAFE out there. Don't go out. You need to batten down the hatches and draw the shades and...and...and..." 

Who's story was this? Was it coming from FEAR or OPENNESS? Was it my story? What was I afraid of? 

When I let go, the unknown was sitting in the passenger seat right next to me saying, 

"Alright, here we go! So glad you tuned IN. You've known all along what to do. So glad you listened to your intuition. This is going to be absolutely GREAT!" 

And the next thing I knew, my boyfriend and I had secured a beautiful home on the lower Cape through the end of November. It was August when we started packing up our stuff. I'd been living in Airbnbs for the summer and uncertain of my next move and he had a short-term rental in Seattle that was ending soon. They were going to demolish his home to widen the road. Many of his carpentry jobs were coming to an end. I was about to go on a month-long break from teaching. The time was right. We put our stuff into two storage units. I sold my car. He got a camper top for his truck and we drove across the country, from WA State to Cape Cod. We stopped at a friend's cabin in Idaho and had a glorious two days swimming, eating and enjoying and then headed on the Lewis and Clark Trail to Montana where we pitched our tent at the Rusty Nail Ranch on Flathead Lake Indian Reservation. We saw bison and pronghorns and other wild animals. And behind our ranch was a shrine with 1000 buddhas. We visited there and met a woman who used to work at Boeing and also packed up all her things to work at the gift shop there. 

"I was called to come here," she said, "It didn't logically make sense, but everything lined up for me to be here." 

That's what collaborating with the unknown feels like. It doesn't logically make sense, but everything FEELS right. It all lines up and flows almost effortlessly.

We got to our home about 15 days later, having driven all the way across the country. When we first arrived, we were lost. The Lower Cape has mazes of homes down sandy paths with unknown street names. Some roads went half-way through and then ended. We found ourselves on the right road on the wrong section of it. My body immediately went to an old story, "Oh, no! It's late. We are lost. We will never find it." Scott, on the other hand, stepped outside in early September and felt the balmy, sultry air of the Lower Cape and listened to the crickets and didn't give a shit that he was lost. We had arrived! We were in paradise. He called his buddy he'd be working for (another part of the story we didn't plan or couldn't make up) who said, rather nonchalantly, "Why don't you try a different GPS. Maybe that will get you there." Within seconds, we were at our 'Downton Abbey' home and it was beyond amazing. I couldn't believe we were here!

Now, right now, as I sit here typing this, seven of the most glorious months of my life have just passed. We planned to stay here until the end of November, but it's nearly April and we are still here. Cape Cod Bay is a five minute walk down a shell-path from out home. We've witnessed spectacular sunsets almost every single night. We've kayaked and hiked and biked all over this place. We made it through the wild snow storms and have seen meteor showers from our upper deck. I can't tell you in this short blog post what we've experienced, but it's been out of this world. A dream really.

On April 1st, we have to move out. Our rental sold. We will move 10 minutes down the street to another rental near First Encounter Beach until June 19th. I was determined to live here through the summer, but it seemed nearly impossible since rent prices go up 4-10 times on Cape Cod in the summer. 

"It's impossible!" I thought. And well, we all know what happens to that story. It's over!

But, since I've been in the habit of keeping the door open with the unknown and I know clearly now that I'm co-creating my reality with source/God/my higher-self, I knew on a very deep level that anything is possible. So, before I knew it, I was putting an offer on a condo near a beach in Dennis that was selling for an unbeatable price. The condo ticked all the boxes I dreamed of in a home: low mortgage, the ability to Airbnb the unit, a pool, huge storage, low HOA, close to amazing beaches, kayaking and bike paths, next to Cape Cod Center for the Arts and the oldest summer theater in the United States, coffee shops, yoga schools, and the only pet you can have is a cat. The only pet I've ever wanted is a cat and recently I've REALLY wanted one.

So, if all goes through smoothly, we close on our new condo on Cape Cod on May 3rd. We will fix it up while we are living in our rental and make it our own. We may Airbnb it in the summers? Who knows? But we will have a place to live in for a good price in the summer and beyond
on Cape Cod and it is OURS!!! 

I didn't make this story up. This is my life. The only thing I did was decide to open and collaborate with the unknown. Life is always an unreliable narrator, but you get to intend on where you want the story to go. What words are you telling yourself about YOUR LIFE and LIFE AROUND YOU. Is that an old story? Is that your story even, or one you've been fed? Just something to consider.