It seems crazy that it’s been 5 years since I took the journey of a lifetime. I put all my things in storage, except for what could fit in my car. With my clothes, Vitamix and lots of music and affirmations to listen to, I drove out of my canyon, out of LA into the wild west– all based on a vision that I’d meet my partner (and the father of my children) at a raw foods retreat in Arizona.
I planned to intern for a raw foods festival near Sedona, which never panned out. Meanwhile, a locational astrologer recommended Idaho or western Montana– his top picks for me to realize my dream of a family.
I drove up to Idaho, and on a day the astrologer said was highly auspicious, I had lunch with the owner of a raw foods restaurant. She told me about a retreat in southern Arizona in late July. All my psychic bells went off. “Ding-ding-ding! This is where I’m going to meet my man.” So, I signed up for the retreat.
Meanwhile, I traveled for 2 1/2 months. I barely stayed in hotels. I volunteered at a healing conference in Sun Valley, Idaho, and someone there put me up in their home. A woman I met there put me up in Boise. I stayed with friends in Durango, and at their friend’s trailer in Moab, Utah. I wasn’t picky, as long as I could lay my yoga mat out.
My most miraculous story was driving down from Durango into northern New Mexico. On my last day in Durango, I woke up with the guidance to stay a month around Santa Fe and Taos. “Well, that’s interesting,” I thought. ” All I had lined up was a friend of a friend’s couch for 3 nights.
So, in a state of wonder, I drove down. I remember the tears flowing as I drove down highway 84 into the red rocks near the Georgia O’Keefe Ghost Ranch. It was as if I was coming home.
I had been playing phone tag with a friend of mine who was visiting New Mexico. On my drive down, I got the message, “Call Lisa now.” When I did, she picked up and told me she was driving. “Me too,” I said. “Where are you?”
As it turns out, we were on the same road driving towards each other. When we met up at a gas station, I told her I was looking to stay in New Mexico for a month or so. Her eyebrows shot up. She said, “I’ve been staying at this Buddhist retreat house near Taos, and the Lama that was scheduled to stay this month just canceled.”
That little house was available for the time I’d envisioned, for a very affordable donation. That place brought me the most bliss of my whole trip! The energy was amazing. Meanwhile, I had about a week to wait until the house was ready…
I arrived at a yoga festival near Espanola, New Mexico with nowhere to stay that night. I was nervous, yet I went because somehow, I knew something would show up. Within an hour, one of the vendors agreed that I could stay at their house in exchange for making salads for them to sell at their booth. So, I got to work.
New Mexico, and Santa Fe in particular, has a romantic reputation. My first night there may sound far from romantic. I got lost, drove in circles and couldn’t get a hold of my friend’s friend. I had dinner alone at the Whole Foods deli, then finally found her funky little apartment. Somehow, sitting on the floor that night talking to her, I felt high. “What is this amazing energy?” I asked her. She quoted her yoga teacher who said something like, “God is everywhere, but he lives in New Mexico.”
Meanwhile, after those 3 nights on her couch, I got the message, “The search is over.” (Literally I heard that song from the 80’s in my head, if you know it :)-). So I was feeling myself move to Santa Fe, and meanwhile had this raw foods retreat in Arizona to go to, where my man was supposed to be. Hmmm…
As the event approached, I was tired of traveling. I emailed a few girlfriends and said, “Unless my man is at this retreat, I’m moving to Santa Fe in 3 days.”
When I got there, I scanned the men and decided none of them were “him.” I spent most of the retreat online, looking for a place to live in Santa Fe. Arthur (my now husband) and I had a meal together on the last day, and he told me he was going to New Mexico too. “I’ll call you,” he said.
I moved to Santa Fe, forgot about it, and immediately met a great guy, found an amazing home in the best neighborhood with my own private jacuzzi, and got a job teaching yoga with a great new community of friends. The affirmations seemed to be working…
Fast forward 6 months, and Arthur showed up at my house. My friend had brought him as her date to my birthday party. Still, I didn’t recognize him. When I overheard him say, “I went to a retreat with Gabriel Cousins,” I connected the dots.
“Oh, we met last summer!” I said, “You said you were gonna call and you didn’t call.” He blushed. I wasn’t trying to give him a hard time; that just came out of my mouth. After that party we hung out a few times, and I came to appreciate him as a kindred spirit.
A few months later, my boyfriend broke up with me suddenly— just 3 days after saying he was ready to move in together. I spent most of a month crying on the couch, journaling and meditating, and going through my “stuff.” I was ready to have a baby, my clock was ticking and I suddenly couldn’t fathom why I was so far from the life I’d left in California.
I kept getting the guidance that I had to fully commit to my work and my destiny, and to let go of any part of me that was waiting for a guy to take care of me. I also HAD to expand beyond the life I had known so far, beyond where the boyfriend was wanting to go. In fact, I had already taken that leap internally– which was what caused the relationship to end, in a sense. Ouch. If only expansion was more comfortable!
Right around that time, Arthur called me. He was single again too. It took me several days to get off the couch and call him back, but then we became close friends quickly. We drove to Boulder to teach a relationship workshop, and our friends in Boulder laughed at us when we innocently told them we weren’t dating.
At the end of that trip, he kissed me– just 5 days before I flew back to LA. Two weeks after that, he drove out to meet me. He kept telling people he lived in Taos (where he had a storage unit :)- ) and I’d giggle inside. I knew. It only took a few months before he said a full YES and we got pregnant on the first try.
Needless to say, I found the energy of New Mexico to be very powerful. They say Santa Fe, in particular, is the “new Sedona.” It is a vortex and everyone I knew who came there was transformed. Some stayed a few days and some for decades, but I never met anyone who didn’t feel there was something special in the air.
The whole process of re-inventing my life expanded me in ways I can barely begin to share. Besides eventually coming together with Arthur, I went through so much there that prepared me for my life now. I had to go there and have both my apparent successes and failures— especially that breakup– to “force” me into it, so to speak.
Now, with a family and growing business, I crave the endless hours I had alone in my kitchen in Santa Fe, drinking green tea and making raw chocolates. I yearn for the the brilliant starry nights, the smell of sage and the feeling of space and clarity.
I remember listening to my music and affirmations and feeling how much psychic permission there is to create there. I am so grateful I said YES to leaving everything I knew and giving myself the gift of that spaciousness.
I was in a state of prayer much of the time during those 2 1/2 months on the road. On the external level, I didn’t know where I was going, and in my heart I was full and crystal clear. I thought I got somewhere when I got to Santa Fe, and what I really got was space to find myself, and a big kick in the butt into my destiny!
Life is rarely predictable and manifesting is not always linear. With faith and perseverance though, it does work.
P.S. Want to experience the power of New Mexico and your power to create your life? Check out the “Finding Your Life of Enchantment” Retreat 10/22-25. We are almost sold out!