Daddy died this morning.
Maybe he left us now because he knew I was going to need a guardian
spirit. And I felt all day that he was
somehow helping me.
Attended the Fairfield Farmer’s Market today at the Fairfield Senior Center. Met some wonderful people, including Cary
Spray who runs the market and generously allowed us to participate (since I
wrote the book and their rule is you have to make it, bake it, cook it or grow
it, I passed muster). The cost was only $7, and I made nearly a
hundred—a big help in offsetting the costs of two nights in a hotel.
The next person I met that really made a connection was
Cindy Buck. She and I had an interesting
conversation about Psycards and spiritual paths and related topics. She purchased a Psycards System as a gift to
her friends in New England and she also got a
reading. I mentioned that we were
looking for someone to host us in our camper until Monday or Tuesday and she
said, “I’m the perfect person!” She
lives only a few blocks from the Farmer’s Market location. As it turns out, she is also an English major
(she had Annie Dillard on her coffee table) and after we were parked at her
place, she and I had a nice discussion about literature, including my novel about Bartleby.
The next interesting lady I met was Maija—who shared so many
wonderful bits of information it is impossible to include them all here. She did share that she knew someone (or was
related to someone) who had just completed their degree in Depth Psychology
with an emphasis on Jungian Archetypes—the very program where I am considering
obtaining my Ph.D.! What are the
odds? She, too, bought a reading and a
Psycards System.
After the Farmer’s Market closed, we went downtown to the
square, ate some lunch and went to find the “Om”
bookstore. What we found was
Revelations—a coffee shop and book exchange.
They do occasionally carry new books, but very limited and mostly about
Vedic stuff. However, Betsy, the owner,
informed me that I could arrange a book-signing and workshop plan over a
weekend. Book-signing on Friday,
workshop on Saturday, and then the store would display the book or product for
a few weeks after the event. Definitely
on the list—incorporate this with another Farmer’s Market and the weekend
become not only affordable but profitable.
Then, after we parked in Cindy’s driveway, a woman arrived
and approached the RV. She initiated a
conversation about the RV and somehow we launched into who we were and what we
do and she immediately shared her work.
Raenite is a creative woman like I am—she is an artist, a designer, a
musician, a storyteller. She makes
origami greeting cards and hand-made greeting cards. She makes natural fiber clothing. But perhaps the most important thing she
shared is her current project. Her CD
titled “The Blizzard and the Black Wolves of Iowa” which I gather is a
combination of stories she’s written accompanied by the same stories in song
and other songs that enhance the stories.
There are also other materials that accompany the CD—a “resource list”
for one.
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| Raenite and Cindy's dog, Tucker |
I told her I write reviews and she has graced me with a copy
of this work. Until I have truly
listened to it, I cannot tell you more, but I look forward to the journey. I shared with her information about the Iowa
Metaphysical Fair, where I think her merchandise will do well.
But the synchronicity of our meeting, and the meeting with
Cindy (Raenite is a friend of Cindy), and the connection with Maija was magical
and left me feeling reeling and light-headed, but elated. This radical faith thing seems to be working
out. Thanks, Dad!
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