That Pesky Faerie Did It Monday Morning Check-In Post

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Rogers Park Farmers’ Market

When Jon and I were new, as in together for just a few months, I came home from Healing Earth Resources one night to find a paper towel and some other garbage in the refrigerator. I have forever wondered what it was he threw out instead when he stopped by home from work on his way to his music studio on the outskirts of Chinatown. He never had any idea.

This story is rivaled by one that goes like this - Decades ago, a good friend went to a public mailbox to send off some mail. She had her keys in one hand and her mail in the other. A moment later her mail remained in her hands but her keys, alas, were at the bottom of the big blue box, and it was a Friday. She has no idea how it happened, the accidental mailing of her keys which set off a string of events that included having to wait all day long in front of that mailbox the next Monday and beg the mail carrier to give her back her keys.

I always blame *Ffaff the Ffooter for this kind of mischief. However, Ffaff can only interact with us this way when our minds/emotions/energies are doing one thing and our bodies are doing another.

Jon and I are currently disoriented, and Ffaff has taken full advantage of this. I have witnessed Jon wandering around looking for things and talking to himself more than usual, and, well, none of this is surprising. We have been upended, our lives disrupted, and while we marvel at the magic at play that had taken us to the place we left twenty years ago we both have moments of, “WTF just happened?!”

They come upon me spontaneously. I’ll be driving or out walking and suddenly I say, “How the fuck am I back in Chicago? Was our time in California just a dream?”

It’s all a dream, this life, a waking dream with multiple timelines and storylines converging and separating, most of it nonsensical at times as third-dimensional math does not apply. I try not to think too hard about any of it so as not to undo the magic. Magic is not something that can be tracked with linear thinking.

“I keep thinking we screwed something up,” Jon has said more than once regarding our ouster from Ojai and return to this city. Then he’ll counter with, “But we never even tried to buy a house in California.”

It’s true. Our intention did not seem to be to create permanence there but to get there and then be there, which was a miracle in and of itself that we pulled ourselves out of the Midwest and moved there with very little in the way of financial resources to do so.

Just as it is a miracle that we are here now, in this city of our physical origins, experiencing it with fresh eyes and grateful for all there is to explore and receive.

Midsommarfest

I’ve had so much fun the past month (today marks one month since we arrived) exploring what’s new and visiting that which is familiar. I went to my first Chicago street festival on Saturday, Midsommarfest in Andersonville, and it was a joyfest. I also got to experience something long forgotten, trying to find parking during a major event in the city. After some frustration, I remembered to follow my inner prompts and call upon the parking goddess, and suddenly there it was, a big open spot right at the entrance to the fest.

“Good karma!” a dude walking by me said as I was marveling at the spot, making sure I was not missing a “no parking” sign, and working again at not undoing the magic. Gratitude is always an excellent antidote to the need to question how it is that the wonderful thing has happened.

Along with Ffaff, there are many other faeries at play here as well, I’ve been feeling them on and off in our space more and more strongly for the past couple of weeks, especially since returning to work. The room I am using in the apartment for my office is in the back and the vibe here is so peaceful. My windows face the yard, and there is a row of crystals on the fence with more scattered throughout the yard. When my doors are closed, I am transported into another realm with no awareness of what is happening in the rest of the house.

I am still trying to furnish this room and am having a heck of a time committing to anything. Right now I am set up for phone sessions, but I am nowhere near being camera-ready for our Solstice event next Thursday, which means I am going to have to make some decisions this week.

Deciding to uproot our lives and move cross country is a breeze for me, what furniture to buy or where to eat dinner, etc requires more energy from me than I like to admit.

“Just make a damn decision already, Nora!”

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*Ffaff the Ffooter is one of the faeries in Brian Froud and Jessica Macbeth’s “Faeries’ Oracle”