“Untitled image of un-dyed Easter eggs, always in abundance at Lauren’s farm,” ©2021, Lauren Berley Studio
A few times in life, and even more if we’re living consciously, we can sense a tailwind accelerating us toward our vision. Like stepping on a conveyor belt, we catch on to the trajectory that aligns us to our most precious visions/yearnings/creations.
Such is the case with my little farm, locked fifteen years in the vision stage, that showed up in my now reality at the very same time that Covid-19 swept around our planet like wildfire. A fifteen-year dream, manifest in America’s rural South, is all kinds of wild, fun, mystery, work, injury, reward, laughter, some tears… wonderful! The urging of concerned people for me to stay home was energy wasted, for I’ve been waiting my entire life for a reason to do so.
It’s only in the past two years that I have been curating everything in my existence to reflect this vision of a farm/studio/retreat space, a vision I intended in 2005 at a Master Reiki Retreat in New York’s Catskill Mountains. This curation process was meant to be playful, joyous, light-hearted intention-setting. My thoughts were that in ten to fifteen years, Denver real estate would deliver me a handsome sum and it would be worth my while to sell, or whenever I’m ready. But not for quite a while. I had a life in Denver. A lovely one.
Little did I know that by the action of curating for my future, I was actually bringing the future into the Now.
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