From Abused To Zen – The Magic Of Guidance – Part Two

Following random guidance that had me move out of the house where I raised my daughter, paid off. Not only did I reconnect with an old friend unusually, but I also found a new hobby that saved me during the pandemic, and I fell in love with my husband all over again. None of this could have been imagined or predicted.

When I moved out, my husband, who is not spiritual, couldn’t understand the nudge from the universe. To him, I just left him. In May, after my move, I had a message to go on hikes with my husband. I knew he would love this idea. We hadn’t done any hiking or outdoor activities in a long time. Being outside is what fills my soul, and he loves the mountains.

During our first hike, I couldn’t believe I felt attracted to the man I’d been with for over twenty years. I hadn’t felt the urge to hold hands, let alone hug him, for a while. Being outside together during this summer was what we needed. I was living in my own space that was within my control while he went about his day-to-day in the big house up north. We went on seven hikes within the short warm season. It was more than enough to bring us together in a way I hadn’t imagined in twenty years. I was passionate about him; I looked forward to our time together.

In October, a dear friend of mine crept into my dreams. He looked more youthful than I remembered, but he was a larger-than-life, sweet soul I was fortunate to have as a friend. After the very vivid dream, I sent a text to catch up. I didn’t hear back from him, but he continued to show up randomly during the night.

In the middle of the night, I woke to find my nightstand light was on. I knew I hadn’t turned it on as I never do during the night, so I turned it back off and went back to sleep. A bit later, I woke to find it was on again. I asked loudly, “okay, who’s here?” I realized I had a visitor from the other side, but I had no idea who it could be. The light came on many more nights. I loved the idea of a visitor; I didn’t know how to connect to find out what they wanted to convey.

I received a text back from my friend a few weeks later. I was shocked to find the text was from his number, but it was his wife. Barry had lost his battle with aggressive cancer in August. Now I understood why he looked so youthful in the dreams. I’d heard when we connect with people who are still living; we present healthily and vibrantly; not as we were as a stressed and overworked human. My pendulum confirmed it was my dear Barry coming to visit.

Late in October, I was told by my higher self to stock up on paint and canvas. Once again, this one threw me for a loop. Why would I want paint? I am not an artist by any means. As always, I listened. Michaels was having a huge sale, so I stocked up on both. Once home, I had no idea what I was supposed to do with it.

That night, a friend from Texas sent me a note with a video. She said, “check out what my mom is doing.” The video was about a painting technique I’d never heard of; it was called pour painting. This was what I was supposed to be doing with the paint. I started playing immediately. This was a way I would love to create.

As the end of my lease was approaching, I felt excited to move back into the family home because of how I felt about the man I married. We would get me moved back in just in time for our daughter’s spring break. She was coming home to have elective surgery, allowing time to heal during the rest of her break. I took two weeks off work to help her and drive her back to school to help her find a way to get to class post-op. The idea of her trying to go to school was not brilliant, but she wanted the surgery done.

Days after we all were back together, a pandemic was sweeping the globe. By the time she went in for surgery, protocols were changing by the minute. I was the only one who could be with her, then this changed, and I had to leave. She didn’t care; she wanted to get it done.

If I had to design the perfect situation for a pandemic, this would be it. I moved back into our house days before the quarantine. My twenty-year-old daughter was home. Because of the pandemic, her classes all went online. Now she could continue to heal at home; she didn’t have to go back to school for six months. I was back with my husband, our animals were all in the same house, it was perfect.

I turned our big dining room into my art studio as we didn’t have an extra room in the house. This became the place where I played day in and day out over the course of the lockdown. I painted canvas, furniture and made jewelry. My art was everywhere in the house.

Spending six months with my daughter was a dream come true. We played games, sang karaoke and enjoyed nature together. We celebrated her twenty-first birthday with her on the deck of our favorite restaurant. Everything happening in my world was beautiful.

We are always receiving guidance. You simply need to learn how to shut down the noise and listen. Had I not followed any of the hunches, I wouldn’t be where I was. I spent the pandemic at home – with my beautiful family.

Cari Palmer Bio:

If I hadn’t lived the many phases of my life, I wouldn’t believe it could all happen in one lifetime. All I imagined after giving up my victim card was being a writer/speaker for Hay House. I was the queen of self-help and I was ready to change lives. Fast forward a decade or two and now, after re-membering who we are and why we are here, self-help was a lifetime ago.

Following my guidance has brought me to a place I couldn’t ever imagine! I have mastered living in the present moment. I have become a Zen-like creature. Once you feel this good in every moment, you can never go back. When you realize we create our own reality, why would we make any part of this thing we call life miserable?

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