I’m sure many people have heard about the Power of Intention. It may also be known as the Law of Attraction. Let me tell you folks, this is a real thing. Whenever I put out a message to the Universe (which for me is praying to God) for something I need, eventually my message gets a response. Let me give you some examples.
On our recent vacation to South Dakota, I discovered that I’m not as nice a person as I believed.
What happened on your trip that made you see that about yourself, Lori?
I have a few stories, so I’ll tell them in separate posts. I’ll start with a hike and then someone’s house I accidentally walked into.
May 19th marked the second year anniversary of our move out of Florida and back to where I grew up in the Chicago suburbs. Many of you who followed me in Florida, know how much I wanted out. Still, I wasn’t sure how well I’d do back home after twenty-seven years away.
My mom has only lived in two places since I was born … the house I was raised in, and the house she moved to after I left the nest.
I’ve been somewhat absent from the blogging world lately, because my husband and I have been going through some tough times. Continue reading “Take My Problems Back”
I don’t know how to do it. I have no idea how to function in chaos. I’m terrible in an emergency. I don’t know how to explain it, but my brain doesn’t connect the dots in disorganization. My mind freezes. You may have figured this out about me when I wrote about getting a call that my husband had an accident.
So, due to the high cost of living and job insecurity in the Chicago area, we found a more financially sound place to live in Florida.
This meant, I needed to say goodbye to all of my family and friends, which was not an easy task.
Many years ago, when my husband and I were still newlyweds, we moved far, far away from family and friends.
Those who follow me know we went from the Chicago area, to Florida, but I never shared why.
You see, it was becoming more and more difficult to afford the cost of living in Chicago. My husband was a blue collar worker where he was either forced to join a union, or work for petty wages outside of a union. Neither choice was good, and here is why.
I never thought of myself as a pack-rat. I despise clutter and like cozy but spacious living areas. How about you?
by Lori (L. Virelli)
I miss your warm embrace
And your comforting grace
Remember the blogs about my bizarre neighbors? Well, those stories were nothing compared to the grand finale send off that my neighborhood gave me just four days before I moved away.