For some time, I’ve been on a spiritual journey. But, over the last year, I came to what can be best described as a cross roads in which I knew it was time to embark on a new chapter. One afternoon back in the summer, my husband and I had a casual conversation about what we would do with our lives if we could do anything at all. That night, I went to sleep and had the most vivid dream about a retreat destination in the American Southwest called Flower of Life. I woke up and took down three pages of notes, recording every last detail of a place that seemed too real to be a dream.
My husband and I began spending more time talking about it and a couple months later, I found the property online. Quickly, a vague idea began to transform into a clear vision and as our desire to pursue it grew stronger, the world around my family actually began to shift. The structure of our old life literally began to fall away to force us in our rightful direction, including loss of jobs, friends and even our home, which we had been trying to sell for several years prior. And as scary as it all was, there was no denying the pull on our souls and the more we acknowledged it, the more intense it got.
This magnificent life we’re all living really is just about taking the crazy leaps of faith. It’s about chasing the wildest experiences and writing our own stories and fighting for that which makes us feel most alive. There’s no time to play it safe or worry about what “they” will think. This is our shot.
The wise ones say, “leap and the net will appear.” Well, together, hands linked and hearts in sync, my family leapt. We saw a window, a chance to make the move to a new state, with no clear path, no guarantees and knowing not a single soul in the area we were heading to, and we took it.
The first day of the move was challenging, to say the least, but I felt the thrill in my gut all the while. Things pretty much stayed hectic and unpredictable with five-year-old potty breaks, a puppy with a horrible belly ache and the fact that we left much later than planned (probably not a surprise to anyone who really knows us). We spent several hours creeping through Atlanta traffic on the way out of town, which gave us time to really enjoy one last Georgia sunset.
We made it to Birmingham in one piece and we were pretty exhausted once we packed our nightly essentials, two dogs and a parakeet into the room for the night. But, alas, a pizza and a plate full of scrumptious french fries hit the spot. We drifted off to sleep with the conviction that we may just make it, after all.
We woke up the next morning and continued west. Day two threw us some wicked southern rainstorms as we passed through Mississippi and I made a point to appreciate the rain, as we were headed for a much drier landscape. We were thankful for Kamryn’s Jurassic Park walkie talkies from cousin Kyle because they made it super easy for Jacob and I to talk between the van and the U-Haul he was driving. Kamryn and I passed the time singing and laughing and talking - and every digit that rolled by on the odometer signaled that we were one mile closer to our dream.
It’s easy to forget how big Texas is until it takes you an entire day to drive through it. The Lonestar State has a special place in my heart, though, and it was tough to stay on our course and not veer off to visit family and friends, like usual. Big Spring, Texas, was our last stop and we were up early, full of energy and ready to tackle our last day on the road. Those last miles passed in slow motion, but when we crossed that New Mexico state line, the feeling of excitement was overwhelming and it all felt so worth it.
In the months and weeks and days leading up to our move to New Mexico, I had been doing a lot of meditating. Before we even visited the valley for the first time, I would imagine, for hours, all of the feelings and physical sensations that would accompany our arrival to this place that was calling us. With all my might, I’d do everything I could to muster up the sweetest emotions, like accomplishment, excitement, serenity and freedom, that I was sure would fill my body when my vision finally manifested. I’d try to anticipate every detail and interaction with the environment. Two of the experiences that I would visualize over and over - and which felt indescribably realistic - were the feeling of the gravel under the tires on a dirt road and the way the sun felt on my face when we got out of the vehicle.
After so many hours of visualizing and manifesting our arrival, the day finally came. On March 9, we pulled onto the four acres that we had found to rent in the exact place that we wanted to be. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt the gravel crunch under the weight of the van and my skin drank in the warm sun as I rolled onto this sacred ground. I recognized all of the emotions and sensations that I had envisioned as they exploded through my being. And I knew that we were home.
Our phone service is limited out here and for the first week, we didn’t have any Internet. It was perfect, because it gave us the opportunity and excuse to start out right - by taking in the stunning scenery, watching the sunrises and sunsets, getting to know the local horses and cows, and connecting with each other. We’ve been feeling all the nostalgia, playing vinyl records and our favorite old CD’s - singing along to songs we haven’t heard in a decade or two.
Truth or Consequences is a really cool town and and our little valley out here in Monticello is nothing short of enchanting. Everyone we’ve met is so friendly and seemingly willing to get behind our vision of our retreat, from our neighbors, to the local bank, to the chamber of commerce. I already feel such a strong connection to this land, the community, the stars - and I'm simply inspired by the general energy I feel here. Our cameras and our souls are very happy. We're going to help a lot of people here.
You won’t want to miss what's coming next, so stay tuned here - and don’t hesitate to reach out if you are interested in knowing more.
This blog title was inspired by my very favorite Steve Jobs quote:
“Here’s to the CRAZY ONES, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, ARE THE ONES WHO DO.”