The window opens. Will you fly away?
How to get out of a place that is nowhere
I have a friend, we'll call him H. He's 75 and lives in Florida and is a contractor, a realtor and a psychic. You live long enough you'll have many careers too. He's had more than that but that's the capacity I know him. I bought a cottage flippy project in Florida after my mom died to help process grief and stay insanely busy. He's an old Jew from Brooklyn from way back and we've been fast friends since day one. He was limping with a couple cans of paint and I said, Oh, I'll carry those, what are you painting?
And there I was painting his turquoise bathroom in his renovated 1983 double wide in 2015. He has a metal rod in his spine from falling off a roof in the 70s when he was a smuggler. Like I said, he's had a lot of lives.
An easy banter since day one we both like good food, enjoy a good Reuben, classic NY Italian, complaining about the ins and outs of renovation with lots of laughs. I've only tapped into the psychic friend part a couple of times. It's tricky to channel for me he says as we're friends.Or I'm a different kind of bruja. And I don't want to be the person who asks my doctor friend about that compromising mole on my butt.
He did help me release the 'stayed too long at the party Hacienda house' in Georgia and he offers direct and often hard to hear advice. I don't ask him to tap in if I'm just wondering what to paint the foyer. Only big clearings. Cord cuttings. He does the heavy lifting. For this "situation" I'm in currently, he said he wasn't getting clear connection to Spirit since his thyroid surgery...but he did see the Universe sort of waiting in the wings to open up for me...
BUT NOT THERE WHERE YOU ARE. You have to pick a place and go to it. You can change after that but the place you're at is like quicksand.
He couldn't be more correct. It IS quicksand. A prison. I took the risk to live in another country and figure stuff out to be free and live how I want, cheaply. Not sure why I was dropped here quite literally on my head, after the car wreck, but it is time to press on and take these dogs and find real homes and transport them out of a place where people throw rocks as a first greeting. I spend a lot of my time chasing people down the road who throw rocks at my fence or at sleeping dogs on a sidewalk doing nothing. Oh, I don't want to get bitten. Okay so poke the hornet's nest? Such backward thinking I just can't---like the guy who told me not to load the soda in the back of the cooler when I was helping them with inventory at their store last Spring. But the cold ones should be in front, said my service industry professional since 15 voice. No. We don't care about that.
That is this town in a nutshell. yes, there's a right way to do things and maybe a pleasurable way to live and we won't stand for it. We buy B and C grade produce and charge you double. We don't fix things. Or pave things. Or go to the beach that's right here. When I asked why no one is ever there they say it's because it's not flat and white and so they live a few blocks up the road and ignore the shore.
And as noted, they hate dogs. Are afraid of dogs. Wish the dogs would disappear and do not like me because I have a full yard of dogs and walk with dogs. It's like they were all cats in another life.