We found out yesterday that these folks are going to put this house on the market this summer so our "permanent" long term housesit may be coming to an end. With regard to this housesit, possibly ending before next fall, it took less than 24 hours with help from our dear friends. Larry & I are very grateful. Yesterday morning I was running around doing my version of "Chicken Little". Larry will tell you that I am very good at playing "Chicken Little" (see notes below). Thank you God, thank you Universe, thank you everyone who helped us in this shift of consciousness!
Old way of thinking..... oh, my goodness what are we going to do NEXT October. Keep in mind, this house may not sell and we may come back here next October! Only God knows!
Old Charlotte: Let's worry about it all summer. Let's chew this bone to pieces.
Larry: Let's worry about it occasionally - Larry has always been better than me at this faith and trust thing (except when I was sick for all of those years). Then he took his turn laying awake night after night.
Now, I may have given up this "where are we going to live" worry at some point. It would be like the child that gets tired of touching the stove and getting burned, so I would finally "cease and desist".
New thoughts for Friday - As I was writing in my journal this morning I wrote "we found out yesterday that they are going to put this house on the market this summer". What does that mean? Who knows? I always want my ducks in a row but the fact is that, who knows where the ducks are and even if I get them in a row they often fly off. It is a constant struggle trying to keep them lined up. So, what good does it do me to try to keep lining them up all the time?
We probably won't know what is going on with this house until sometime next September. That is 4 months away! Do I want to worry about this situation, this unknown situation for 4 months??? NO!!!
We are headed to California once the census ends and we finish with our business in Oregon. We are going off to work at Tofte Ranch and go gold prospecting and camping and backpacking (as far as we know) and who knows what else! We are very excited!
By next September, maybe we won't even want to come back to this house! By then we may have found 3 pounds of gold or our websites might be generating a nice income, or maybe we will want to go to Arizona or Nevada prospecting or maybe we will want to go down to Southern California to work with our web master, marketing guru, mentor and teacher. Who knows??? Maybe we'll come back up here to get our own place. So many things could happen between now and then. So many things......
Let go..... follow the thread.... be quiet ..... be stilll..... it is all happening in a perfect way. We can't wait to see what is going to unfold as the days pass! YES! This or something better. Thank you God! Thank you God! Thank you God!
Interesting facts about "Chicken Little"!
The Sky Is Falling, better known as Chicken Licken, Henny Penny or Chicken Little is an old cumulative tale and fable about a chicken (or a hare in early versions) who believes the sky is falling. The phrase, "The sky is falling," has passed into the English language as a common idiom indicating an hysterical or mistaken belief that disaster is imminent.
The origin of the story is usually associated with many of the Aesop's Fables, The basic motif and many of the elements of the tale can also be found within the Daddabha Jataka (J 322). The Jatakas comprise a large body of folklore dating from around Gautama Buddha's time (6th century BC) to the third century AD. However, this ancient version features a hare as the central character rather than a chicken, and the wise protagonist is a lion (the Bodhisattva or future Buddha).[
Depending on the version, the moral changes. In the "happy ending" version, the moral is not to be a "Chicken", but to have courage. In other versions the moral is usually interpreted to mean "do not believe everything you are told". In the latter case, it could well be a cautionary political tale: The Chicken jumps to a conclusion and whips the populace into mass hysteria, which the unscrupulous fox uses to manipulate them for his own benefit, sometimes as supper.
