Tuesday, September 18, 2012

HOME


Yesterday, I closed the sale of my beloved home and moved into an apartment.  I had never intended to sell my home, but nearly a year ago, several circumstances conspired that made it necessary for me to sell it.

I wrestled with the loss for a long time before putting my home on the market.  For me, my home was everything.  I loved it so much. It was the place to feel settled and content and where I felt I belonged.  I cried for months.  And months. And then, I cried for a few more months.  Nothing would stop the crying…  except traveling.

When I traveled, I felt terrific. I felt solid, stable, confident, light hearted and just like my regular self.

Then, I would come home, and cry again! I started to dread coming home.

As the time to move out drew near, I had to find an apartment.  One Saturday morning, I went online, found one apartment, called up the leasing office, visited and signed the lease.

The apartment was nothing like my home. It felt like a four-star hotel, and that’s what I liked about it.  If I felt good while traveling, maybe I would feel better living in a place that felt more like a hotel rather than trying to replace my home.  “It feels like The Fairmont,” I would tell people, matter-of-factly.

A week before moving out, in-between tears, my friend asked me for my new address, noting that my unit was Unit F.  I hated that it was F.  After all those tears, why couldn’t it be A?  Or, at least B+?  But F?!

“F is for Forward,” she said.

“It is?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “And, Free and Fun and Fabulous.”

“And Fantastic and Family and Feminine and Feisty!” I added.

“Exactly!” she acknowledged.

“Oh, Faaaaank you!” I sighed.

Maybe things would be okay, after all.

Yesterday, after the movers had moved everything out of my home, I went back to do a final clean up of my home and leave my key locked inside for the new owner.  I braced myself for what I expected would be a torrent of tears.

As a last momento, I bravely took a picture and waited for the tears. 

And, I waited.

But… nothing. 

“Huh,” I thought. 

I looked around the room and realized, “This isn’t my home.  This is just a boring, empty place.”

I left my key inside, picked up the last of the mail that had arrived that day, closed the door with the key inside and skipped down the steps, taking my home with me and happy to be free of the tears.

Sorting through the mail on the way to my car, I found a postcard.  From The Fairmont.

“Of course,” I thought as I rolled my eyes.

“F is for Fairmont!”

© 2012 Lisa Ann Edwards 

p.s. You can’t make this stuff up.  Here’s a picture of the postcard from The Fairmont.



Sunday, April 22, 2012

Bliss Haiku


door chimes ring so soft
greetings from my dr. wu
gives a hug and kiss

treatment is prepared
on the table where I lay
healing music plays

heat lamp warmth soaks in
who knew with needles poking
into bliss I’d drift!?


© 2012 Lisa Ann Edwards
Author's note: I've been getting acupuncture treatment to resolve a health issue.  I LOVE it!!!!!!!  :)  

Monday, April 9, 2012

LookingForward



"You can only connect the dots looking backwards."
- Steve Jobs

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Getting Ready



"There is no way to progress deeply into the future without taking leave of the past--making a leap of faith into an unknown future"
--- Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

what i love about getting ready....
leaving my now, too-small cocoon
sadness and loss behind me after proper due respect
feeling renewed about what's most important
and reconnecting with the things i love most:
birds more than exhaust
genuine more than glamour
people more than things; and
guts more than glory.
making new friendships
playing with a new language
...and laughing a lot!
feeling a tiny spark of excitement
of what might be---
and trusting everything will be okay
and that somehow....
the timing will be just right!

Monday, February 27, 2012

Luck

Three people were sitting in a row of seats in an airplane: a venture capitalist, an entrepreneur and a big hairy motorcycle guy.

A big black bug was buzzing around in the airplane and landed on the shoulder of the venture capitalist. Annoyed, the venture capitalist brushed the fly off his shoulder, shooed it away and went back to reading his newspaper.

The big black bug buzzed around the airplane a bit more, and then landed on the shoulder of the entrepreneur. Annoyed, the entrepreneur brushed the bug off of his shoulder and went back to reading his iPad.

The big black bug buzzed around the airplane for a few minutes more…then, landed on the shoulder of the big hairy motorcycle guy.

The big, hairy motorcycle guy grabbed the bug from his shoulder, brought the bug up to his mouth, and he ate it!

Gulp.

A few minutes later… another big black bug was buzzing around in the airplane and landed on the shoulder of the venture capitalist. Annoyed, the venture capitalist brushed the fly off his shoulder, shooed it away and went back to reading his newspaper.

The big black bug buzzed around the airplane a bit more, and then landed on the shoulder of the entrepreneur.

The entrepreneur grabbed the bug from his shoulder, turned to the big hairy motorcycle guy and said… “Wanna buy a bug?”

*******

Luck and opportunity are everywhere: on the street, in the airplane, and even on the Internet.

When you are clear about who you are and where you are going, you are better able to notice and seize the opportunities that come your way.

Author's note: This picture is of all the pennies I have found on the street since January 1, 2012. I love to collect pennies from the street. They remind me that luck, abundance and opportunity are everywhere.... you just have to keep your eyes open to notice when the opportunities appear.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

metamorphosis



"it is a quiet fire within, and it brings warmth and new confidence."
--- Frederic Hudson

What I love about cocooning....
sleeping in
going to bed early
taking bubble baths
eating healthy food
cooking
visualizing my future
reading books
getting massages,
a pedicure,
... and a manicure
watching movies
enjoying walks getting soaked in the rain
catching up on paperwork
cleaning out my closets
being quiet
listening to music
sitting by the fire
talking to the ducks
being mesmerized by the lake
feeling the fresh winter breeze
and...

knowing this time is only temporary.