Did I Really Need This Much Adventure?

Its’ been so long since I’ve blogged that I’m not sure where to begin. So, I start by marking time:

Apr 26, 2011 – My ex-husband takes off for Mexico, while I begin the journey of building a new life. I wanted to be single… and so, there I was.

Three months later – I empty my savings account and hire movers. I drive myself and our two cats (of which I now have custody) in my VW Jetta, with crystals and other essentials for safe transport across the country to Cincinnati. I wasn’t making ends meet in California with two part-time music jobs.

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Why Cincinnati? Because it was a place where I had lived briefly with my boyfriend in 1972 after I ran away from home. There was something I needed to retrieve of myself, a very wounded adolescent. I was going back to get her. After that, I had no idea where I was going.
Aug 29, 2011 – My first encounter with a departed spirit in French Park. She was a young slave girl who was murdered in those woods during the 1840s. French Park was my personal refuge from healing, and now I was being called to be the healer.
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DAY 1 at the hidden bench, journal entry:
Wonder why this bench is here? It scared me at first, the remoteness of it, but I’m starting to settle into the energy. It’s possible that there may be a negative imprint here – seems like a lot of activity, nonetheless. We’re working together.

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