How I Spent My Summer Vacation

It has been a quiet summer for pastlifetourist.com, as a few of you may have noticed.  Maybe some of you imagined I had taken a leave of absence from life and was basking in the sun somewhere with a cool drink in hand and many cabana boys jumping to do my bidding.

Alas, no.

However, despite the lack of cabana boys and sandy beaches, I am happy to tell you that my summer has been quite spectacular.  Life changing really.

Funny thing happened.  Back when I was writing the Daily Halo and Weekly Halo-Scopes, the same messages kept coming up over and over and over.  Being the smart cookie that I am I eventually figured out that maybe those messages were meant for me, and not just the people who subscribed to them.

The messages were all the same.  Time to make a change.  Move on and follow your dreams.  Trust in the beauty of your dreams.  Make the leap of faith.

During that time I was working a day job that did not fulfill me, and being overscheduled, stressed and getting those nasty little frowny lines at the corners of my mouth.  Not a good thing.  So one day, while bemoaning my circumstances for the gajillionth time to my long suffering and patient American Husband, he said something that made absolute and perfect sense.

“Why don’t you just quit?  If you don’t try your healing business and writing now, when will you?”  What a wise guy, am I right?  If not now, when?

And so I gave notice at my job (which was a perfectly nice job, just not MY job) and jumped into a life of self employed exhilaration two weeks later.

Funny thing about taking a leap of faith:  every time I have taken the leap (every single time), my wings magically appear and I can fly.  Every.  Single.  Time.  And this was no exception.  As soon as I made my quiet little announcement on Facebook that I would be open for business, people started to show up.  And not just clients (though those have been coming in droves, for which I am eternally grateful!) but other people.  People I didn’t even know I would need, people who could be supportive or helpful, all started showing up, offering assistance.

 “If you advance confidently in the direction of your own dreams, and endeavor to live the life which you have imagined, you will meet with a success unimagined in common hours.”  Henry David Thoreau

My days now consist of doing what feels right and important.  I work with clients doing Reiki, Regressions and Readings, and am blessed with a thriving practice.  I host workshops on angels, past lives, and all sorts of soul stuff with my beautiful friend Erin from clumsygrace.com .

I got to do readings at an Angel Tea Party this week!  Can you even imagine how fun that is?

And the coolest thing of all is that I have taken time this summer to finally finish my book, Pieces of Me, Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist, which will be released this fall.  Stay tuned to this space for exciting cover reveal and release dates.  (AAAHHHHH!!!!!!)

I am living the life of my dreams.  It took a long time to trust that I could make this change, but now that it’s done I wonder why the heck I didn’t do  it sooner.

So please my friends:  Anyone who is standing at the edge wondering if it is safe to finally jump… go for it.  Leap with all of your mighty faith and feel those beautiful wings appear.  They’ve been there all along, just waiting for a chance to fly.

The Gilded Cage

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“Our life is frittered away by detail… simplify, simplify.”  Henry David Thoreau

My niece, Tree Bunny (not her real name. My brother is not a hippy) has recently begun the minimalist 21 day experiment.   In the challenge a person packs up everything they own and sticks it in a room.  Then items are removed from that room only as needed.  Day one you may want to go get your toothbrush, and some clean underwear.  Perhaps a dish, some cutlery and a pot the next morning when you want to have oatmeal for breakfast.  And slowly you replace only the things you truly need and use into your daily life. 

 I have to admit that this paring life down to stark nothingness strangely appeals to me.

Tree Bunny is mostly through the challenge.  She has exactly one plate, one bowl, one fork, spoon and knife, one mug, one week’s worth of clothes, 2 books (omg that gives me palpitations… 2 books??) and just a few incidental items, like toiletries and towels.  Her groceries are purchased with absolutely no waste allowed.  If she knows she will eat 2 bananas and 1 apple, that is what she buys.  In her words, this experiment has blown her mind.  It is “so surprisingly freeing and feels soooo good.” She has kept two pictures for her walls because she loves them and they are pretty, but basically “everything else had to go”.  She can pack her entire life into one trunk and she is blissfully happy about that. 

I would wager big bucks that this bunny was a monk in a past life.  But I digress.   

The important things in life aren’t things.  I know this.  I try to live this, engendering a more “need” than “want” mentality when I shop.  Stuff can accumulate so easily.  This fact was never more apparent than in early April when we moved from Kelowna to Cranbrook.  My American Husband and I had made strides to simplify our lifestyle, or so we thought, but still we ended up with more boxes full of stuff than would fit in the biggest truck the moving company had to offer.  Where did it all come from?  Is that what happens when you leave two boxes alone in a dark room? 

So I have decided to take a page from Tree Bunny’s book (one of the two she kept).  I don’t necessarily feel the need to pare down so drastically, but pare down I must.  No more “This might come back in style” or “What if we need it one day?”  And really, will I fix that broken thing that has been collecting dust for 3 years?  It’s time to get busy.  It’s time to release everything that  I no longer need.  If I don’t use it, or love it, then I am getting rid of it.

Except my books.  Naturally.

The more stuff we accumulate the greater our obligation to store it, house it, clean it, pay for it, and protect it.  These things we desire become the pretty bars in the cage they create for us, shiny and gilded perhaps, but locking us in nonetheless.  Every morning we wake up too early, rush out of our big house, careful to lock the door to keep all of our stuff safe, then head off in the car we are still making payments on to sit in an office doing a job (that let’s be honest, we probably dislike) so that we can make the money to pay for the car and the house and the stuff that sit empty all day. 

What kind of madness have we created for ourselves?

When did the accumulation of things begin to outweigh the importance of free time, leisure, relaxation and family?  Did the money we spent to impress the neighbours bring us the satisfaction we presumed it would? Of course the neighbours we are trying to impress are so busy trying to impress us they barely notice.  In literature we call that “irony”.

Hand me the keys to this prison, I want out!  I have closets to clean and boxes to empty.  I have a whole wardrobe of outfits that hang there waiting patiently while day in and day out I wear about 10% of the clothes I own.  I have boxes in my basement that have made it through three moves without ever being unpacked.  Thank goodness the Matrix has a huge trunk space because things are about to get real. 

And my battle cry?

If I don’t love it, or use it…. hasta la vista baby.