“You will know the call of your destiny because it will sound insane”. Elizabeth Gilbert.
I am wading away from the charted territory of writing about my travels in Italy, into deeper murkier ground; a place where manifesting is at work. But it has been a part of my travel experience so write about it, I shall.
No money & not free!
For many, many years while raising my children and paying a mortgage there was no money for travel. It seemed that money for travel was something young people unencombered with dependants and property had, or retired people living in freehold homes. Travel was for people who were free. That was not me.
I was feeling a bit trapped.
Our sort of travel, up the road…& cheap!
A holiday for our family was a low cost affair, an annual camping expedition to a government administered tent site by a beach; long drop toilets; cold tap, laundry washed in a bucket and dried hanging off the guy ropes, …daily personal washing in the ocean…cheap and cheerful.
The wheel barrow was how we got from home to the campsite with all our gear.
To get back to Europe after nearly 20 years was a fantasy I held, on my bucket list with getting a tattoo and paddle boarding in Hawaii. You know, those things you think would be fabulous but really solidly know it will never happen.
Right now I am fortunate enough to be travelling to Europe for my third consecutive year.
Life is really just amazing isn’t it.
What changed between there and here?
“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, we become”. Buddha.
Manifest like a goddess!
Manifesting started small. When the children were little and we were fairly tight for money, if we needed something like sports gear or camping gear, I would think about what we needed and how we would use it. Amazingly, it would often turn up at a school fair on the white elephant stall, or in the local thrift shop, or a friend would offer it as a hand me down.
All sorts of wondrous things have made their way into our lives in this way. My children never wanted for anything although it wasn’t always new or the best.
What more could you want than an open fire and a stick.
Detailed manifesting at work!
Three years ago we needed to move so my husband and I could both work full time.The goal was to relieve our financial burden but ironically it meant moving to an expensive suburb that was out of reach for us but would enable my children to walk to and from school . A house came up for rent on the corner of the very best street in the suburb, a street that was inconcievable for us to afford to buy in. A street I would pinch myself to be able to live in. Prior to the open house date I printed a photo of the house and stuck it to the fridge, I imagined our lives living there. On the day of the open house I didn’t even view the house with all the hoards of others there, I just immediately sat and filled in the application forms, and had come armed with references, bank account details and a family photo with a little personal information about us. The open home was only for 30 minutes and it took nearly all of that to complete it. The agent had my application first. We got the house. And it was at least $200 a week less than market rental rates for the area due to some flaws we are happy to live with. It has been the happiest three years of my families life.
It’s a sort of worst house, best street scenario.
Passion, focus, being brave and taking action.
So there it is at work:
To manifest you need:
- Passion or deep desire
- to Prepare as though it will happen, (Florence Shovel Shin would have you buying the suitcase!)
- Taking clear decisive Action
- Trust that the outcome is ok whichever way it goes.
Converting it to travel.
But somehow I so didn’t think I could travel that I didn’t even try.
“The freedom to make my own mistakes is all I ever wanted” Manse from Game of Thrones.
I was asleep at the wheel…not seeing what was possible.
A bit of divine intervention to get me started.
And then, I had an unexpected windfall with a couple of years of tax refunds coming all at once. (I wonder if sometimes we are helped at the beginning with some angelic hand on our back giving a wee nudge). The money wasn’t anticipated and I started to believe. After some long discussion bookings were made. And so it begins.
Falling in love with Italy.
The travel was so exciting and such an incredibly life altering experience for me. My passion was well and truly ignited. After we returned I could do nothing but immerse myself in all things Italian. I started language classes, researched tirelessly, wrote, studied Italian history, contempory society, film, I was inadvertently prepping for the next travel. The machinations of unknown forces ground away opening up an unexpected opportunity to earn additional income. (This was arduous 12 hour nursing shifts through statutory holidays at Christmas and Easter but generated the money I needed. It is amazing what we willingly do for our passion). Within a year I was away in Italy again.
This time I returned and have continued to make Italy part of my life and yet again another oportunity has presented itself to go, (to represent New Zealand at a conference), and a way to bring in the money and away I go again.
Away we go.
I have to be very brave and believe in myself, trust that what I am doing is ok, pushing through my fears and the judgements of others.
Marlena de Blasi says “let the inexplicable sit sacred”. I trust that this is good for me, that it is furthering my lifes path, and that the implications of my travel are ok too.
It sometimes means leaving these guys behing 😦
Going forward I have seeds germinating of spending an extended period in Italy, a few months, a year, I am unsure what shape it takes but it is growing. I love and respect this dream. It is my future.
I am busy manifesting.