Going home… Never thought those simple 2 words would feel so amazing to say! After 9 months of traveling the US and Europe, I even forgot what those words actually meant. I’m sure many of you reading this take those words for granted at the end of a day of work, or at the end of a business trip, as I did for my entire life. 9 months ago, I made a decision to start listening to my guides and let my inner light be my guide and the decision maker in my life.

9 months, almost to the day, not even sure what caused the conception of this time of rebirth or gestation, but here I am. I woke up in my Houston TX hotel suite without a single client on the books and not a single phone call or text on my phone by someone interested in setting up a session. All of a sudden, I began to well up… a humbling truth and powerful voice came through loud and clear…. GO HOME! I contacted the front desk, and as long as I checked out by 1, I would get reimbursed for the final night of my reservation. There was nothing here that would tell my ego I needed to stay, not to make sure I at least saw one client to cover the final night of my stay, not a client, not anything… my ego had nothing to attach to, to prevent me from listening.

Like the first day a baby comes home from the hospital, I get to go home. Everything is new, nothing familiar… not even this person who I have become!

9 months of following a voice that came from within, I searched and I followed, but never knew when it would stop, or where I would go next. It felt like I was on an aimless journey of fumble, folly, discovery and loss. Truth be told, I didn’t even know what I was searching for, or the purpose that any of it had… or did it even have a purpose.

Once I arrived in TX the beginning of December, I started hearing that voice telling me not to leave TX, and really, TX? I fought and I fought this voice, but it kept getting louder. There was no way I spent the last 9 months of my life, giving up everything I knew and loved in my old life to end up in TX again. I never said anything to anyone, hoping that if I ignored the voice and continued to go forth on the path I wanted to be on, the voice would be quiet down or become silent… but no. It just kept getting louder. I began having visions of having a place to live, a place to call home.

At New Years, my guides weren’t satisfied with the way I had been, or not been, listening… so they sent a messenger. They sent a messenger in the form of a client. This is a client who had suffered from a neurological disease that had damaged part of his brain. He had recovered from the disease but there was still repair that needed done in his head. He was on lots of medications with lots of confusion., and the only thing that till date had offered any true relief was the one time he had received Reiki. On New Year’s Day, only a day later I got a call that seemed to change everything. From the other end of the phone, I heard the words, “I know you’re thinking about transitioning to TX; and, while you transition to TX, I would like to offer you free room and board in order to be able to work with you.” After hearing a man I had never told about the feeling of staying in TX, say these words, all I could do was set down the phone, chuckle and say I hear ya’! Lol

I left Austin, TX seriously contemplating what it would look like or mean to live in Austin. I had already made many acquaintances and even reconnected to a couple old friends. Austin is a city that lives outdoors, very holistically focused and health conscious. I remembered once feeling that I could live in Austin: it was on my trip through Austin, back in May, the first time I ever traveled to Austin for work. For the next couple weeks I didn’t really tell anyone about what I was feeling, or even begin looking into where I would live. If Austin was to become the next place I was going to live it had to happen without effort, without trying to make anything happen. From Austin to Houston, a week with family in Fort Worth, I still held this secret within, but the voice was clear. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to make it work or where I was going to live, but something inside me started flowing over with possibilities. It felt right.

Friday, Jan 18, from a hotel room in Houston I was guided to go on Craigslist to look for a place. I had been told the area that was most central and easiest for clients to find me. I knew the size of what I was looking for, requirements of specifics that it would take for me to be willing to stop and settle down, cost, flooring, natural light, ect. Within a couple hours it appeared I had found what was looking for, I had narrowed it down to 3 apts. I contacted the listings and of the 3, only 1 would be available for me to look at once I got to Austin that Sunday. Monday morning I walked into what I would soon know to be home. The apt was everything I had been looking for, and more. It was perfect! By Wed afternoon, I had keys to a new apt, and by Thursday afternoon at 3, I had purchased a living room set, a bedroom set, had my massage room set up, and was taking clients. Unfortunately over the next few days, all I had time to do was set up the place, start setting the energy of my space and see a few clients. By Sunday, I was back on the road… Dallas and Houston over the course of the next 8 days, and finally that voice in a tone I had never heard before, “GO HOME”!!!

It is said, that home is where your heart is, or home is where you hang your hat, but so many times in our lives we settle for “home” being that place we hung our hats or that we had a forwarding address.

I remember as a kid, 13 years old, after a 1 week road trip from My home in the mountains of Montana to Tucson AZ, we made it to the location that was to become my new home. The rest of the family went inside, while I just sat there in the back seat. It was after 11pm, and over 100 degrees. After a few minutes, I don’t even remember who came out, but they came out and told me to come in. I said I didn’t want to play this game, I wanted to go home.

For the next 22 years, I searched and I tried: Tucson & Marana AZ, Alamosa, Greeley, and Denver CO, Dallas, Bridgeport, & Ft Worth TX, back to Denver, then LA and Long Beach CA… all hoping to find a place to once again call home.

9 months ago, I was guided to let go of everything, to go out and find a foundation that was beyond what I knew as safe… a foundation that was already within me… a foundation that was already me.  Over the next 9 months, from LA to NY, 3 months in Europe, then back across the US, I lost everything, I saw parts of the world many only dream of one day having the opportunity to go, and I saw some of the darkest places of my soul. Day after day, I was given the opportunity to go further within, have the opportunity to face who I am, let go & learn to love every and all aspects of myself. Today, I have found a home. I don’t know how permanent or temporary this will be, but I am here, in Austin TX and it feels right. I guess only time will tell if will finally become the home, a place more than just a place to hang my hat, but a place I can finally create a life that is more than just temporary.

Have a Great Day (or not) You Choose