“Being poor can make you rich and being rich can make you poor. I’ve learned the advantages of both.” ~94-year old hospice care patient who spent her last hours at the bedside of those she felt were sicker than she
I am One with all Souls.
Namaste’ Fellow Travelers,
As soon as the flood waters receded, which was five days after the initial flood, strangers, friends, and family showed up to help muck out my condo. This involved one day of hauling out the furniture, appliances, and personal items and piling them in the front yard. The next day, the same volunteers from a local church removed drywall and cabinets, so the bottom half of my home was an open shell of studs and doorways supporting the top half. A week later, a crew from this same church showed up to clean out my garage, including the mountain of books (3,000 copies) of Too Much Gold to Flush which were destroyed from the rising water.
Another crew from various points across the United States came two months later. And still another crew, again from all over the country, came for a third iteration of cleaning out, each time taking another layer like door frames and pulling nails. A crew from a Catholic college in Pennsylvania spent their Spring Break helping people, so I put them to work for three days. By then we were in the process of actually restoring my home, so they got involved in leveling the cement floor in preparation for the flooring, installing drywall in the garage, and putting up insulation.
Not only did people offer their time and physical labor, I also received monetary gifts from friends and family. Others donated cleaning supplies and food. My brother and his wife, Tony and Teresa, drove from Tennessee with a pick up load of paint, tile, and and even a bathroom sink, all left over from a home they restored. Then they spent an entire weekend working their butts off tearing out walls for the remodel and teaching me how to remove popcorn texture from the ceiling.
FEMA, Friendswood Rotary Club, Catholic Charities, and The Red Cross helped me out financially. I intercepted a bedroom suit my neighbor intended to take to the dump. It had been in her upstairs loft, so it was untouched by the flood. A dear friend gave me a vintage couch and chair because she was moving to a smaller place. Another friend connected me with someone who brought in a dining room set from the trash. It had gotten three inches of flood water for only a brief period of time, although there is absolutely no permanent damage. Because I did not have a place to store it, she kept it in her garage for nine months while I restored my home.
One neighbor who was acting as his own contractor encouraged me to do the same, so I did. Another neighbor gave me a great resource for purchasing kitchen cabinets. Still another neighbor shared their source for counter tops. The gentleman who did my drywall told me about a flea market where I could buy name-brand paint at a fraction of the cost. My therapist listened to my ongoing struggles throughout the entire process and offered me encouragement and praise for all I accomplished during this time. My mom gave me a place to live for nine months, which is less than four miles from my house, so it was super convenient. My son, Brandon, gave me six months of his time – many long hours of hard work and lots of “figuring it out.”
Restoring my condo was truly a gift from the Universe. This divine underlying force brought brought countless souls together in a joint effort of getting me back into my home. I am exceedingly grateful so many people were willing and able to help me, that I ended up with a home that far exceeds what I started out with, and I made friends, renewed friendships, and gained new skills along the way. It is a perfect example of the Oneness that moves through every situation – if we are open to receiving it.
All of this makes me think of a core tenant I strive to live my life by: What we think about we bring about. If I dwell on the losses and the long-range negative outcomes, I get more of that. If I focus on possibilities and opportunities more of that comes to me. Several years ago, I started an evening gratitude journal in which I record the blessing of my day. This simple practice has shaped what I look for and see on a daily basis.
Journal Prompt: Think of a devastating event that you eventually became a blessing. A job that you did not get, but another one better one showed up. A failed relationship, yet a richer fuller one took its place. How did your Inner and outer resources enable you to gain this perspective? How can you use your inner and outer resources to invite even more prosperity into your life now? Starting with this journal entry, I invite you to start a practice of writing down three things for which you are grateful. I predict it will open the floodgates for receiving even more blessings than you are already experiencing.
Affirmation: What is your positive statement from today’s writing? Example: My life is overflowing with blessings.
Soul Letter: Review your journal entry and your affirmation then write a letter from your soul to you reflecting on both. Address the letter with a term of endearment because your soul sees you with pure love. Write freely and allow this love to pour out onto the page.
The Universe does not compensate individuals based on the activity of work, but on the activity of consciousness. ~John Randolph Price