As I sit here and stare out of the window at the gorgeous snow covered trees I realize this is still surreal to me. This is not a new window or a new place. I have looked out of the window numerous times over the past 11 years never believing that someday this would be my place of residence.
It is a tiny red roofed, white cottage shaped like a barn ( kinda like the Amityville House without the scary). Its east west orientation allows me to watch the sun rise from our tiny living room window and watch the sun set from my desk in the equally tiny upstairs bedroom.
The number 11 appears in my life once again. Its repetition can be a little annoying. I take the cap off of my bottle of Eucalyptus oil and add a drop to a cotton pad and inhale deeply to clear my mind. Eleven, considered a master number. The number of intuition, patience, spirituality. It reminds me that I am a knowledge worker on a mission. A mission that is on standby due to my geographical relocation orchestrated by God.
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