The beginning... Well, that is a slippery slope, really where to begin? My first birthday, too much. Seeing my life interwoven and the dots connected to create this convergence of where we are now, the lines sometimes blur on the very beginning. But as a storyteller, I realize we should start somewhere. July last year, while I was on a healing spiritual journey, that seemed stumbled upon and I know now to have been written in the stars, I visited the San Diego area and left feeling the call of the universe. "Hello, God. Nice to hear from you. You say we are moving...don't you know I already have a life, a house, friends, family, school I love." Suffice to say, I laughed it off as a funny idea. I did mentioned it to a few people. Now, jet forward 6 months to January of this year, my husband and I take our first post-kid vacation alone, where enjoy a week long spiritual retreat. My head opens up a bit more and I watch my husband heart crack open and begin to grow back anew. During this time, I get the call again and ask my husband, "did you hear that honey?" or maybe I'm just crazy.  I was hoping for crazy. Hubby says you are a bit crazy and he hears it too. We check out the local school and I secretly hope it's someone else's time. Maybe it's next year or when the kids are in college or when we retire... With my newly opened mind, we decide to investigate this whole idea of moving from a place of detachment and follow the yes while looking for the no. School looks good. After we come home all aglow, I even dare to tell my mom who thinks I lost my mind. I tell my school, "we might not be reenrolling" and I feel the synchronicity whispering to me, "See that wasn't so hard.".  Next step, we visited the area with the kids and interviewed the school. Yes,Yes.Yes! It was then it dawned on me, that I had finished some work I had come here to do and the universe has something all cued up for me a little south of San Fran. Well, why didn't God just say that? Maybe I didn't give him space to talk while I was telling him my plan. After I got him laughing, maybe he decided to call again later. (see favorite joke below) I actually spend the next few weeks daily going person by person through my internal rolodex and finding a way to say goodbye. Sometimes I would turn to my husband, and tell him, I'm not sure this is going to work, I can not live without (insert name). Really, I love everyone so dearly. This was a private time of tears and mediation while I half-negotiated and half-surrendered. By May, we find a house down south and we find renters for our San Francisco place. Both items were given to us and couldn't be a better fit. Thank you universe for making the call. I am sorry for being stubborn and hard of hearing. I realize your plan may be even better than my half baked one I was actually attached to, that in retrospect seems like flying by the seat of my pants by comparison and we haven't even moved. Wow, listening to the universe has some perks. Who knew?

 Favorite joke: How do you make God laugh?
Tell him your plan