Some mornings I pinch myself...

and wonder, how did I get so lucky to live here?

Nature photo of the day: our neighbor’s home on the left, apples on the right and haystacks across the valley.

how did I get to heaven 
- on Earth -
where I never knew I should be?
was it the black rocks calling
out to me
vibrating deep within the ground,
was it the valley itself
humming a luring and bewitching tune,
or was it the softly whispering trees?
maybe, perhaps, it was all three
bringing me home, for good.
not a day goes by 
where I feel alone
up on the hillside 
far away from all that is lost
and closer to all that is.

- Cheryl M.

Many people ask us how we got to Breb, Romania, a place that none of us are from.

The questions then proceed: you didn’t choose a place to live based on how close you are to a hospital? or a school? or access to shopping? or other cultural activities? How can you get around in the countryside without a car?

And once we’ve answered those, there will most certainly be more.

If you ever come to Breb for a workshop, we are most happy to answer those questions in person.

But, as for how we got here, the answer is a simple one.

I dowsed.

For a place where we would be happy and healthy, where we could heal from old wounds both physical and emotional. We were looking for a place where we could feel at home, and we found it in Breb.

Obviously there is more to the story, but the short version involves a pendulum and a map. That’s it and nothing more.

If you aren’t sure what dowsing entails, I suggest you check out some of the Tucson Dowsers videos on YouTube. It seems that everyone has their own way of connecting to their intuition and we all have our individual specialties.

Some dowsers find water, that’s probably the most common way to practice, or at least to get started. Others work with healing past lives and health issues. Some tune into gold and other precious resources, while others detect geopathic stress.

Just this morning I took the photo above and thought about how lucky I am to be here right now. For those of you who don’t know, I grew up in the suburbs of Chicago, far, far away from here. It’s different in the best possible ways. Quiet, for starters. Sometimes really silent.

Friendly. We know all of our neighbors, plus enough people in the village to feel that our social needs are met. Every Christmas we go caroling to bring joy to the people who have become friends and more than acquaintances.

Strong sense of self-reliance. This is a topic for another day, but let me just say, it’s something that the villagers and ourselves have in common. It’s a fantastic trait.

As for the journal prompt of the day:

On a scale of 1 to 10 (ten being the highest) how lucky do I feel to call Earth home?

Of course, you can get more specific and also recognize the place you live, but it’s good to start with the bigger expanse of Earth first.

Do you feel lucky to live on Earth, yes or no?

Rate your answer and give examples where you feel grateful. If you don’t feel so lucky, write down why. It may help to change your feelings or give you ideas on where you can improve your love of living on Earth.

Wishing you a blessed Sunday in nature,

Cheryl