Things had turned round, as she knew they would.
She'd already been writing about it - and would eventually teach her students and those wanting change in life, - to imagine, and write from the future, what you see your life to be in the now.
She had fully accepted her fate - being homeless, - having turned down a seemingly dream job, in Italy, working alongside a team of international chefs at a small, family run, holistic Villa, just outside of San Gimignano., Tuscany. She'd been scouted via LinkedIn for her plant based sharings, and though at first it seemed so right, her gut told her otherwise.
Her eventual class at the cookery school, Chef Parade, with it's HQ across the road from her favorite fresh market, had not yet actualized. She wasn't actively seeking clients for coaching,. Private chef gigs were few and far between, and a big voice over job had just fallen through - that which would have covered her next months rent.
There was nothing. No thing, and no more leaning on anyone.
No money was coming in, no job to acquire, and no one to ask for a loan (she'd already asked for enough help from friends), and herself refused to ask another soul, sucking up the idea that she'd got herself into "this," and it was time to just simply fall, rather than be caught, or better yet, enabled, any longer.
The idea of getting her few belongings into storage, sleeping in a homeless shelter by day, whilst carrying on with work by day, actually really excited her.
By work, what we mean to say is that, as per the opening of this here story, she would simply continue writing and recording of the "Starting From Scratch," series, she' begun some months prior., where she would write a segment (from the future), record and share it on youtube. Though it never gained any traction on the platform, she absolutely loved doing it: the story telling, the recording, the sharing- the imagination...creating...
She was truly excited by the idea she'd be her true gypsy self, butterflying from here to there, with no attachements, just creating. She even laughed to herself knowing that it wouldn't last long, that quite likely, she'd end up with a job through the experience or creating one which actually earned her money. She'd already volunteered at a day shelter for two Christmas' in a row, cooking for and serving her sisters and brothers without homes.
Alas, none of that was her fate, after all. She didn't even get the chance to experience a day of her conjured idea.
Though she was keeping it really quiet, not wanting to tell any friends her plan, [(as they'd offer her their place to stay, (which she knew would only just enable her to carry on as she was before)], she happened to share her idea with a lovely woman she'd met in her building, after putting up a poster in the lift offering conversational English, cooking classes, coaching etc. The woman, curious, ahd reached out to her, and they had a lovely meeting, along with the woman's partner.
It was during a satsang/kirtan the woman had invited to, that she disclosed her intentions. The woman relayed that there was a spare room in a shared house where her partner stayed, and that was that.
A home opened up for her, our dear darling.
In hindsight, and looking at the mathematics of her situation, it's simple to see what had happened, what she'd orchestrated:
Surrender + excitement about life
(with no space for self -pity, or victim mentality),
landed her not only a home, but a job soon after.
Upon editing, it comes to her attention that there's something she missed in the above equation:
FAITH.
How you wish to add 'faith,' to the equation, we leave entirely to you.
Fast forward to some months later, it was upon standing on a balcony of a lovely Inn, that she'd not paid for, very near to Salzburg, Austria, around dusk, whilst staring out at the mountain ahead of her, full moon on the scene, that she actually realized what had happened, and, was happening.
The Universe.
The Universe had conspired.
There she was, miles and miles away from her hometown (and beloved), Bratislava, in a different country entirely, working (teaching).
She was working in her gyspy way, according to her own style:
A new school, new students, new town/village, different team of teachers,
all
the
time,
as and when she chose.
Projects were up to 5 days long at any school, and as short as two days.
Transportation and hotels were covered.
All she had to do,
was
do what she loved.
Inspire and work with kids to bring out the best in them, teaching them different things, ideas, possibilities...Getting them to imagine again, to ask questions..
It wasn't her "dream job," per se, but, travelling and working, was what she did indeed outline for herself in those "Starting From Scratch," stories.
Until next time, and with great love,
~Yours truly.
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It All Ended Far Too Quickly
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