Once again, I reach the far end of a week where I know there’s a blog post that needs to be written for Tuesday and . . . crickets.
So I surf through past posts to see if I can dig up any inspiration, looking at what I was thinking about in March 2020, 2019, 2018, trawling for inspiration. Last year I had just purchased a new (to me) car, and was writing about sobbing my eyes out for the first time in years, saying goodbye to my good girl Abby (and exactly one year later I haven’t even driven my new girl 2000 miles yet; the very next week we all went into quarantine for what was supposed to be two weeks). In 2019 I was preparing for the LEEP procedure that would ultimately lead to a diagnosis of cancer and to a complete hysterectomy. In 2018 I was thinking about thinking, distilling all my ideas and study and experience of magic (with or without a k, I really don’t care), and trying to make sense of life in a dystopian society.
This year, there is no sudden crisis, no urgent need to prepare for some kind of massive change that I have no control over. Oh, thank the gods. This year, I’m thinking about preparing for a different kind of change. Laura Kraemer just bought a house that has a beautiful space for SoundWorks to expand into, and we’re incredibly excited and happy and maybe just a little bit scared. The magic part in all of this? We effing manifested this house, and slayed some kind of dragon to get it done.
The housing market in our community is insane right now. Nobody who doesn’t have to move is moving. None of that, “Oh, we just decided we wanted a bigger house, we’re only moving across town (tee hee)” shit. People are staying put, so the inventory of available houses is way down. Houses in Laura’s price range are in ferocious demand and competition is ridiculous.
Then some really weird stuff started happening. Houses would be listed for sale and receive too-good-go-be-true offers within minutes. Like offers for many thousands of dollars over asking price, and waiving all inspections, which seemed really odd. It happened enough times that I started to reach for my tin-foil hat. Not even kidding. It felt like massive interference from . . . bots? General mischief? Why? Who knows. Two houses she loved were yoinked out from under her nose and it was straight up heartbreaking. One within 36 minutes of being posted.
So I gave into my tin-foil intuitions, and wrote a Light Language grid to stop all interference in the housing market. Not, “Laura wants that house, give it to her.” Just “stop all interference.” And the very next morning, one of those suspect botty offers went belly up, and our realtor got a panic-ridden phone call from the realtor representing the house, asking if she had anybody interested. We made an appointment to see the place at noon. It was perfect. Laura made an offer, it was accepted, and the rest is . . . future history? Sure. Why not.
The other thing we did was to create a Pinterest board. We started throwing photos on there of things we loved, spaces we loved, things we want to have in our space, colors, ideas . . . I even made a pocket shrine to carry around with me all the time so I could hold the idea of the Temple of Healing Sound in my mind and keep drawing it in. And I would have to say, the concept I had in my mind is exactly what we ended up with. Or will be, once we have made the place our own.
I have barely touched the Pinterest board since the day Laura got the house. Seriously. The magnetic pull, the deep sense that we were making something happen, well it’s gone, because we succeeded, and this is now just a record of what we were drawn to that we can use to help us decorate and furnish the place. I don’t have to do another thing to make this real because we did it. Under incredibly adverse circumstances. We did it. I’m hugely proud of us. It’s amazing what a little intention and belief and trust can bring into your life. I highly recommend it!
So stay tuned. We are planning on opening the New and Improved SoundWorks Healing & Arts in early July, and we can’t wait to see you!