Oh, my goodness, it is very clear to me that I am not driving this bus. My well-laid-out plans for this trip are shifting like the dunes in Death Valley National Park. Classes are canceling as folks feel the very real pinch of this economic correction. And, at the same time, other opportunities are arising daily. I’m enjoying the ride.
I spoke in Dallas, TX, last night to a metaphysical Meetup group. We had a fun evening together of talking about the nuts and bolts, as well as the wonders, of animal communication and psychism. Just that morning I found out that my teaching gigs in Florida and in Vermont have been canceled. Numerous folks approached me after last night’s talk offering names and places in the Dallas area with which to network. And by this afternoon, it looks like I will return here in the fall to teach.
This trip has been an experiment to see if I can manifest my dream of living on the road teaching as I go. I feel that I almost have it right; I’m getting close. Just a bit more experience needed in marketing myself. That, coupled with the tenacity to hang on during these wild ups and downs, will see me through.
My two weeks in San Diego with the Riggin family were so much fun. We spent four days in the desert camping together before we rolled on to their home in San Diego. Pam and Stan, along with their adult kids Jennifer and James and daughter-in-law Candice, were wonderful to me. Great food, wonderful sightseeing, fun family times. I feel part of their close family. And their dogs…my Sneakers loved joining their pack of 5 for two weeks of romping in the desert, in the house, in the back yard, at the beach. From the shephard-sized mix to the chihuahua, they all played well with us. Such fun. And we found during the San Diego class and after that there does seem to be a good bit of psychic ability running through the family genes. Heart-felt thanks, Stan and Pam, for all you did for me. Sneakers really misses the pack.
Once I finish networking in Dallas in early May, I will roll back to the St. George-Zion-Kanab area of Southern Utah. The red rocks and the Grand Canyon are calling. Back in my 20s and 30s when my back issues prevented me from walking much, my greatest sadness was that I never would make it through the Grand Canyon. Well, I am inspired. This is the summer. Already I have experienced deep insights and a bit of magic in Zion Canyon. Can’t wait to see what magic I experience on the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon later this summer.