I think I would like to take this time to explain my blogging plans a bit better. The year 2012 seems to stir strong reactions in everyone. Some believe the end of the world approaches, while others are looking forward to a year of great leaps of faith and consciousness. What I have decided to do on this blog for the next twelve months is to share my personal spiritual experiences in great depth with my readers and ask them to share theirs. in return Each person's spiritual journey is unique and beautiful, even the ones who have horrible experiences, but find the light. And each journey of personal awareness and growth is unique and beautiful as well.
My journey began in 1998. I was raised in a Baptist church all my life, but still felt unsatisfied and empty. After taking a few practice jumps in my beliefs, I took an enormous jump on March 13th, 1998 (It also was a Friday). I packed my car up with as much as I could bring, mailed a note to my family, and began my journey west across country to people I thought I knew and trusted, but never met before except in a webchat site.
My car began to leak oil very early on my journey and I didn't have much cash or credit because I gave myself no time to plan for this leap. After all, a leap of faith is done without much planning. Every 200 miles, I had to stop to get gas, put oil in the car (typically a quart, sometimes two), and prayed I would make it to my destination: Florence, Oregon. Little did I know at the time I was traveling 16 hours a day for the next three days, that when I arrived, more challenges faced me.
When you don't live in an area and know people, your ability to get a decent job isn't going to be easy. You'll have to take what you get and I finally landed a job as a hotel flunky. It was a small inn with only ten rooms and I had to learn a lot of new skills. The owner wanted hospital bed corners when making the beds. I had to learn how to run a credit card through the old swiping machines and calling in the numbers. Money got harder to come by and the bills got out of hand while scraping by cleaning rooms, doing laundry, taking reservations, and making coffee.
To be honest, I was very young. I did what I had to do to survive my choice. I learned a lot because I made a lot of mistakes and bad choices. I missed my family, but I was too proud to admit it and felt ashamed for feeling that way after all the trouble I went through to make the leap I did.
And, that is how my life path changed. My personal destiny and legend changed to meet the new and unusual circumstances and even my spiritual journey took off. Sometimes it takes relocating yourself into unfamiliar area to begin opening your eyes to the world and what it has to offer.
Happy Reading!
2 comments:
Sounds like this is going to be a very interesting series on your journey, Cassia.
For some reason, it reminds me of one of my English term papers in college. My prof. wanted us to write out what our spiritual journey looked like, and along the way we had to put in encounters with any of the authors or characters we read during the term, and have conversations with them. Real conversations about our spiritual journey, except the catch was they could only say direct quotes from their books. It was an interesting project. Don't know why I thought of it, but maybe writing down your journey will turn into more than just blog posts. :-)
Thanks, Angela.
That sounds like an awesome idea. It could be used as a means of killing writer's block. It may even inspire someone to write a story based on something similar.
Thank you for stopping by my blog again. You've always been so supportive!
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