When I hear the coyotes yowling, I often think back to when Gordon and I first decided to move back to the mountains. Gordon, my husband, and I “re-met” in 1996 and we were married in 1998. He came to me because I drew him to me (and he me) using the law of attraction. I created a list (he just asked out loud) of the attributes that I wanted in my ideal “soul-mate” and I got them. Of the list I created he matched the list with a 93% rating (if you can’t tell, I’m an accountant in my day job).
Just prior to our marriage we talked about where we wanted to live or what we wanted to do – I knew one thing – I had to get out of suburbia. We talked about buying a larger sailboat and sailing abroad (and we would have been in New Zealand participating somehow in the making of the Lord of the Rings we tell ourselves); we talked about maybe instead buying a houseboat, but in reality neither one of us really wanted to do these things. I heard the call of the Sierra and the red tail hawk. So I suggested to Gordon that maybe we should move there. We agreed to look for property. Read the rest of this entry
