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The other day somebody asked me if I had a Newsletter.
I didn’t then.
I do now.
Should I write one? Why? And would anyone want to read it?
I’m not a big whoopie-do person, but I have many irons on the fire. And as I am easing into the home stretch of becoming a Real Estate Agent—perhaps there is something of interest regarding Real Estate I could provide. Only if it’s funny, entertaining, or worth the effort to read. Real Estate can be so dry. I want it to be fun.
I love getting a new house. But I hate going through the underwriter’s process of getting a loan. They want everything but your firstborn child. Maybe I can make that process easier for people. Like, think how much fun it is to have clean cupboards and to place cherished items in an empty house and make it yours. They say that moving is stressful. I like new houses—well, the actual moving of furniture and stuff is wearing, but like camping in a cold, miserable tent can be taxing; in the morning, though, climbing out of a sleeping bag feels like being born again. And those dew drops on the ground cover, are like pillows full of the Fourth of July.
You longtime blog readers, please forgive me for retelling this story, but new readers don’t know it, and here I am talking about houses.
When we bought our first house in Riverside, California, I, with my little two-year-old daughter, visited the empty house. In the living room, I looked up through clerestory windows, and to my utter surprise and amazement, I saw a peacock looking down at me.
To double my amazement at seeing a peacock, not long before, I discovered that the peacock was my totem animal.
He came to me during a guided meditation. In my mind’s eye, I walked down a forest path until I came to a group of bushes. “It’s okay,” I said to whoever was hiding in the brambles, “you can come out. It’s safe.” I expected a cute little furry animal to hop out, or maybe a deer.
A peacock, in all his glory, strutted out.
Later I revisited those bushes and asked the peacock why he stayed hidden in the bushes. “Because,” he said, “Here I am, the only peacock.”
Whoa. That was telling. I, like the peacock, stayed hidden because I was afraid to strut my stuff.
But that’s not the end of the story.
We bought two different houses in San Diego, so see, I’m acquainted with buying houses, and then, fast forward. We moved to Oregon and bought another house.
After our two daughters had graduated from college, (Don’t all parents time events by their children’s age?) We were preparing to build a log home on forested property.
We didn’t hoist logs. Somebody else did it with the help of Sweet Marie, the crane, our log home designer, loaned us. And I drew the house plans—no hallways unless you call a sunroom one. One evening, before construction, my husband and I walked the road in front of the property, and what did we see?
A peacock running with a family of wild turkeys.
Ten years later, we moved to Hawaii—no peacock. Then, we moved back to Oregon and bought a small house outside Eugene. Before moving in, I took my little dog, Sweet Pea, and a box of crystal glasses to place in the empty house. And looking out a bedroom window, I saw a peacock sitting on the fence.
Can you imagine? I was yelling. “Sweet Pea, come look. It’s a peacock! I can’t believe it. A peacock!” She ran around, trying to see what had excited me. But, again, I couldn’t believe it, a peacock in the sleepy town of Junction City, Oregon.
(Four years later, he still wanders the neighborhood.)
Regarding the house in Riverside, CA, unbeknown to me at the time, it was up the hill from the City Park where the peacock lived when he wasn’t on our roof.)
Maybe I’m a slow learner, and it takes three peacocks for me to get the message.
Maybe he came to bless the houses.
Back to our Real Estate Agency. My daughter will be the Principal Broker, and I will work under her. (Hee hee, she is responsible to see that everything is accurate.)
We are using a Pink Flamingo as a mascot and calling the Agency Vibrance Real Estate Agency LLC. A vibrant Pink Flamingo is significant for you see many in people’s yards. Don’t think plastic, though; think of a beautiful, vibrant, exquisite Flamingo symbol of perseverance and strength.
As a power animal, the Flamingo has qualities of cooperation, beauty, brightness, joy, family, relationships, healing, open-heartedness, equality, alliance, clan/tribe ties, and destiny.
Let’s go for balance. Can you stand on one leg as long as a Flamingo can?
While we are using the Flamingo for our Real Estate Agency, I am using a peacock here. My daughter and I have talked about getting a lady peahen for Prince Charming, our neighborhood peacock, for in the evenings, we sometimes hear his plaintive call.
We don’t see much of Prince Charming in the winter, as he molts and loses his tail (Like now.) I think he’s embarrassed and hides, but come spring, he will arrive decked out in all his grandeur.
Thoughts for future newsletters:
More on our irons in the fire.
- A few comments on Real Estate.
- On aging. (Life after what 50, 60, 70?) Ever since I saw a question that popped up in my email on why live to old age. And another, “What do old people do?” I felt like ranting. And I will.
- I’m here to support a vibrant life.
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