A Rerun Intention

I wrote this to the Universe in 2017, during my first stay at the Santa Rita Abbey, a silent retreat center in Sonoita, Arizona. It wasn’t a new intention, but one I’d had before and before that. I think it’s more about showing up for a desire that never leaves you, no matter how small or unlikely it is.

My New Intention

This is what I want now. I want this Abbey. I want to live in the Santa Rita Mountains. The East side. This side. Outside of Sonoita. It is peaceful. It is high. Sister Nettie tells me we’re at 5,000 feet. That’s Colorado high! On the occasional winter night, there is snow that melts soon after sunup the next day.

I want an adobe at the end of a dirt road. I want a chapel with these 3 windows, but with screens. I want a metaphysical shop on one side and my apartment/home on the other. Tiny. Just a 1 bedroom. Visitors can sleep in the chapel. I’ll need a full bath in the shop for them. Or better yet, my space is 2br, 2bath. Yes, I like that. With the La Posada bathroom in one. Yes, that’s what I want.

Now I do know intention isn’t magic. You have to put work behind it. I set an intention in 2015 and 2016 to pay off the debt I had accumulated in the great Failed Escape Attempt of 2014. And I put work behind it. I was gifted with an especially long and steady contract, but I showed up. I set an intention in December to move to Tucson and, when I concluded that long-distance job inquiries weren’t going to suffice, I got in the car and headed west in February. I set the intention, but again, I showed up. I was gifted with 19 interviews in 3 weeks, but I had to show up.

For this intention, I’m not sure yet how to show up. The Tucson move caused some new debt that has to be paid before any real new savings accounts are established. I don’t know that I have enough years left to save as much money as I might need. But I suppose, I could investigate. Research. Look at happy pictures. Put the Abbey pictures up in my bathroom mirror. And on my altar.

So, my intention is set. It is written. God reads my blog. And as my buddy, Boston Deb, would say, “It is not our business to ask how.”