Grateful
During that rather lackluster time I was able to find some relief by taking voice lessons on Saturday mornings. Immersing myself in the music gave me a feeling of exhilaration and usefulness. I also helped as much as I could with my Unity church book store and the choir. Working for the church in various programs instilled a desire to do the counseling and lecturing I enjoy today.
What those years impressed on me, the gift they offered was the importance of, really the necessity of, acknowledging and expressing my own feelings. I had allowed my own needs to be suppressed to the extent that in the confines of the marriage I became “invisible”.
My harsh emotional experiences in that early marriage revealed to me that my own life mattered and should not be set aside. I realized that I was valuable. I vowed never to ignore my dreams again.
Time went by, the marriage ended and I moved to Florida. I worked in Florida as a real estate broker-salesperson for some years while doing my metaphysical psychic work part time. Working with buyers and sellers in real estate sales was a not-so-easy education in human motivations and character. Intuitively it was obvious to me that people didn’t always know what they really wanted or needed.
Ultimately, Sarasota is where I met and married my late husband. From the first life with him was much different from my earlier experience. He was outgoing and talented with all the abilities that fit with my counseling work. He was a hypnotist, hands-on healer and psychic reader.
Together we taught and counseled clients for 19 years. The more we worked in our chosen metaphysical field, the more our abilities grew. While offering our psychic services, we also traveled buying, remodeling and selling homes. Our real estate activities took us to many different locations in the states.
Even with our obvious compatibility, my husband and I had just as many problems as any couple or perhaps more. Unfortunately my husband had a tendency of teetering between total positivity and complete depression. His down cycles got deeper and deeper until one day while recovering from a serious operation he took his own life.
A personal event of that magnitude might have caused me to give up on everything and everyone. After all, I was left with far too many properties to handle by myself; homes, cars and boats. There were endless legalities to resolve. Surprising though when the shock of his quite unexpected leaving wore off, instead of feeling abandon or giving up on myself and on life, I threw myself into my work with greater enthusiasm. I began to find new ways of counseling and teaching.
