I found Joy at WalMart!
Bloom Where You Are Planted
As a hypnotherapist and psychic life coach business owner, moving from town-to-town can have some challenges. Trusting and following my intuition, my daughter and I moved from our Beloved town of Boulder to the Mojave desert. With two long distance moves in the past two years getting re-established in a new community and building a client base has been interesting to say the least.
|Outcroppings near Lancaster, CA|
Since my awakening I find myself to be happy doing anything. In a constant state of inner peace I have become a witness of my own life. The Mojave desert has its own beauty, but does not hold a candle to the pristine beauty of the Colorado Rockies. I find myself noticing the plastic grocery bags that blow across the street, or the tires thrown carelessly in the dunes. It just is. I am able to see beauty in the sparse vegetation and the naked mountains. The tumble weed that blows across Interstate 14 makes me laugh. I feel I am on the set of an old Spaghetti Western movie. I keep looking for Clint Eastwood to walk out of the dunes. With many movie sets in our midst that is not an impossibility.
|Three mules for Sister Sarah, Thunderbolt and Lightfoot|
The community I live in is predominantly below the poverty line with well over 60% of the population on food stamps, social security and welfare.
Why Did God Send Me To The Desert?
|One man’s treasure………|
At first I wondered……… then it became increasingly obvious that I was needed here to shed light in a dark place. We arrived in the desert at the beginning of winter. I thought California was warm. All those songs about California girls had to have been written in the summer-time! There is a constant wild wind that whips across the flat open space. A forty-something male tried to make me feel badly by telling me I looked ridiculous in my parka. I couldn’t have cared less how I looked. The old me is gone. The new me is not judgmental or critical. There are no voices in my head making constant comments about myself and others. I could not seem to get warm. I don’t feel defensive in the least and certainly do not take other’s stuff personally. The fact that I did not care how I looked was comical to me. This cold chilled me to the bone. Being comfortable in this climate was.
I have found it to be colder than my favorite place on earth, Boulder Colorado. With no heat in our rental home for the first two weeks, and cold water as well. My previous California Dreamin’ on such a winter’s day is several more months away!
I had to find a part-time job to fill in the gap between what I was earning as a psychic coach and healer. Although I feel and look young, prospective employers these days look at the graduation date on your resume. Mine had not seen the light of day in decades. Getting in front of a would-be employer is not like it used to be in the days of paper resumes and one-on-one interviews. As a white woman I have not encountered much discrimination until recently. I look 40, but my birth certificate says otherwise. Finding an office job was becoming increasingly difficult. I knew better than to fight or resist what was happening. Instead I took a different fork in the road. I had applied to 300 different companies in all sorts of capacities. I was not picky. I just needed a job. After weeks without fruit from all my seed planting, I looked at different opportunities. I applied for a position as a promoter. I was ecstatic when I got an e-mail response. I had seen women who promoted products at Costco in their hairnets. I really began to wonder what God wanted of me. I was an author, well educated and intelligent. My vanity was being put to the test.
I was delighted to have the opportunity to do a phone interview with the Regional Manager of Zip Fizz. We hit is off instantly and I was relieved to find he was conscious and awake. Breathing a sigh of relief I agreed to a two day working interview at Walmart for minimum wage. I knew I had the job. Of all the places I had applied for work, Walmart was not one of them. I preferred Target.
I studied and prepared prior to my on the job interview. I arrived prepared and early. I was grateful to have an opportunity for employment. The training manager was pleasant, personable and professional. I was beginning to really like this Zip Fizz company.
WHAT IS Zip Fizz?
Zip Fizz was created by a naturopath to replace the killer energy drinks like Monster and Red Bull. It is loaded with vitamin B-12, potassium, magnesium and many other minerals. I learned how to mix the powder in water and after a few hiccups was very quickly selling my quota of product. My trainer was outgoing and used a carnival type approach to selling the product. Using Peg’s methods I began shouting out the words with a high pitch crescendo, “Zip Fizz! Sports drink, healthy nutritional energy drink! Loaded with vitamin B-12, potassium and magnesium with no sugar! I said it so often during an eight-hour work day, it became second nature. In the middle of my shift at Walmart, I stopped to take a break to run to the rest-room. I sat down, shutting my eyes momentarily. I coasted easily into a place of neutrality – a meditative state. Unconsciously I shouted out to to the three other ladies in the stalls, “ZIP FIZZ!” When I realized I had done this out loud in the middle of the restroom, I sat in my stall chuckling at first and then finally laughing out loud at myself. I had come to a place of complete loving acceptance of myself no matter what I did. I was a goof ball and I didn’t care in the least! Zip Fizz indeed had gotten into my soul.
Working at Walmart opened my eyes to the number of sick and dying population. I have not had health insurance for over 15 years because I have been a business owner all that time. As a landscape designer and contractor in Georgia I never considered it. Health insurance to me was a guarantee that you will become sick. It felt like a crutch to me. Something to lean on. Leaning on something other than The Divine is not in my nature. I knew I did not want to be ill and die when I have so much to live for. Being or getting sick is not an option. One of my mantras is “I am vibrantly healthy.” I give thanks for my vibrant health daily.
|Set used in NCIS when Director Jen is gunned down|
|Joshua tree and tire|
|Lake Los Angeles – a bit dry for my taste|