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Hugs from Jo

 

The other day somebody asked me if I had a Newsletter. 

 

I didn't then.

 

I do now.

 

Should I write one? Why? And would anyone want to read it?

 

I'm not a big whoopie-do person, but I have many irons on the fire. And as I am easing into the home stretch of becoming a Real Estate Agent—perhaps there is something of interest regarding Real Estate I could provide. Only if it's funny, entertaining, or worth the effort to read. Real Estate can be so dry. I want it to be fun. 

 

I love getting a new house. But I hate going through the underwriter's process of getting a loan. They want everything but your firstborn child. Maybe I can make that process easier for people. Like, think how much fun it is to have clean cupboards and to place cherished items in an empty house and make it yours. They say that moving is stressful. I like new houses—well, the actual moving of furniture and stuff is wearing, but like camping in a cold, miserable tent can be taxing; in the morning, though, climbing out of a sleeping bag feels like being born again. And those dew drops on the ground cover, are like pillows full of the Fourth of July.

 

You longtime blog readers, please forgive me for retelling this story, but new readers don't know it, and here I am talking about houses. 

 

When we bought our first house in Riverside, California, I, with my little two-year-old daughter, visited the empty house. In the living room, I looked up through clerestory windows, and to my utter surprise and amazement, I saw a peacock looking down at me. 

 

To double my amazement at seeing a peacock, not long before, I discovered that the peacock was my totem animal. 

 

He came to me during a guided meditation. In my mind's eye, I walked down a forest path until I came to a group of bushes. "It's okay," I said to whoever was hiding in the brambles, "you can come out. It's safe." I expected a cute little furry animal to hop out, or maybe a deer.

 

A peacock in all his glory, strutted out.

 

Later I revisited those bushes and asked the peacock why he stayed hidden in the bushes. "Because," he said, "Here I am, the only peacock."

 

Whoa. That was telling. I, like the peacock, stayed hidden because I was afraid to strut my stuff. 

 

But that's not the end of the story.

 

We bought two different houses in San Diego, so see, I’m acquainted with buying houses, and then, fast forward. We moved to Oregon, and bought another house.

 

After our two daughters had graduated from college, (Don't all parents time events by their children's age?) We were preparing to build a log home on forested property.

 

We didn't hoist logs. Somebody else did it with the help of Sweet Marie, the crane, our log home designer, loaned us. And I drew the house plans—no hallways unless you call a sunroom one. One evening, before construction, my husband and I walked the road in front of the property, and what did we see? 

 

A peacock running with a family of wild turkeys.

 

Ten years later, we moved to Hawaii—no peacock. Then, we moved back to Oregon and bought a small house outside Eugene. Before moving in, I took my little dog, Sweet Pea, and a box of crystal glasses to place in the empty house. And looking out a bedroom window, I saw a peacock sitting on the fence. 

 

Can you imagine? I was yelling. “Sweet Pea, come look. It's a peacock! I can't believe it. A peacock!" She ran around, trying to see what had excited me. But, again, I couldn't believe it, a peacock in the sleepy town of Junction City, Oregon. 

(Four years later, he still wanders the neighborhood.)

 

Regarding the house in Riverside, CA, unbeknown to me at the time, it was up the hill from the City Park where the peacock lived when he wasn't on our roof.)

Maybe I'm a slow learner, and it takes three peacocks for me to get the message. 

Maybe he came to bless the houses.

 

 

Back to our Real Estate Agency. My daughter will be the Principal Broker, and I will work under her. (Hee hee, she is responsible to see that everything is accurate.)

 

We are using a Pink Flamingo as a mascot and calling the Agency Vibrance Real Estate Agency LLC. A vibrant Pink Flamingo is significant for you see so many in people's yards. Don't think plastic, though; think of a beautiful vibrant, exquisite Flamingo symbol of perseverance and strength. 

 

As a power animal, the Flamingo has qualities of cooperation, beauty, brightness, joy, family, relationships, healing, open-heartedness, equality, alliance, clan/tribe ties, and destiny.

 

Let's go for balance. Can you stand on one leg as long as a Flamingo can?

 

While we are using the Flamingo for our Real Estate Agency, I am using a peacock here. My daughter and I have talked about getting a lady peahen for Prince Charming, our neighborhood peacock, for in the evenings, we sometimes hear his plaintive call. 

 

We don’t see much of Prince Charming in the winter, as he molts and loses his tail (Like now.) I think he’s embarrassed and hides, but come spring he will arrive decked out in all his grandeur.

 

 

 

 Thoughts for future newsletters:

 

More on our irons in the fire.

 

• A few comments on Real Estate.

• On aging. (Life after what 50, 60, 70?) Ever since I saw a question that popped up in my email on why live to old age. And another, "What do old people do?" I felt like ranting. And I will.
  

• I'm here to support a vibrant life.

 

Feel free to respond to me, and if this rings your chimes, please sign up for future issues. It's Free, it's fun, and only by email. And I will ask Prince Charming to give you a tail high-five.

 

I loved that you stopped by, thank you, 

Jo

 

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We're Talking Money--Come Join Us

 Prelude to the first Edition:

 There is nothing like talking about money to bring up issues surrounding it.

You know how it goes, you are all focused, you are plunging ahead, and SCREECH! Something knocks you off kilter.

 Last night I watched Planet Earth with Zac Efron and Darin Olien, about Sustainability. Efron and Olien ravel the globe finding people and situations in hopes of finding a way of sustaining the earth. No matter how much you want to argue the cause, the earth is RAPIDLY changing, and it is getting hotter.

While those two men were In the Amazon jungle chasing down Medicinal plants, they received word from home that Malibu, where Olien lived, was on fire. (The Woolsey fire) He didn’t want to shorten their trip and figured he couldn’t do anything about it anyway so they continued, and soon learned that his house had burnt down.

He was grateful his dog was in a kennel, and no one he knew was hurt, but he ended up with all his worldly possessions were now what he had carried with him in his suitcase and backpack.

The trip back to Malibu was devastating.

Here I was focusing on money, talking about money, and writing a newsletter about money while the world was burning.

I felt trivial.

BUT THEN, that was stupid thinking. I was trivializing money, when it is the very thing we need. The thing most people want more of, and the thing that drives the world.

I apologize to money.

It isn’t the paper strips we want. It is the freedom and opportunity money can provide. Including funding trips such as Planet Earth where I learned about the “Blue zones,” where individuals live well past 100 years and how they are living.

For people who say they have enough, I bet they aren’t building wells in Africa, stopping forest devastation, and are having the many pleasures and resources money can provide.

So, I’m going ahead and putting out my Newsletter, The Money Whisperer for the select ones who subscribe to it.

Love you,

Jo

 

 Here we go…

Imagine we are sitting across the table from each other, and I just tasted the best Chocolate mousse I had ever tasted.” “Ah,” I breathe in ecstasy, “You must taste this.” I hold up my martini glass—for that is what it was served in, so you can use your own spoon.

 A friend did that to me once by ordering an appetizer of fried Tofu. “Just don’t think about it,” she said.” Try it.” I dipped crispy fried Tofu in the most exquisite plum sauce I had ever tasted—the likes of which I have never encountered since.

 She didn’t ask if I liked Tofu. She didn’t ask if I was willing to try it. Instead, she cut to the chase and said, “Just taste the damn stuff.”

That’s the sort of experience I want here for you.

And I’m not pushing Tofu. I am pushing “Getting Rich.”

 “Oh, gasp.”

 How many books, newsletters, or whatever content you have read used euphemisms to explain what being rich is? They are afraid to say it's having money.

Success might have a slightly different definition.

Success is becoming all you want to be.

Success needs tools. A shop owner needs a shop. A musician needs instruments. An artist needs time to create and tools to perfect their craft. In other words, they need money.

We are all given an inalienable right to develop our mind, body, and soul the best we can.

And that involves money.

Whatever may be said for poverty, the fact is, to be fully successful in life, one must have money.

Hey, I didn’t set up this system.

How do Presidents get elected?

Money

How do kids go to college?

Money

How do we have roads, vehicles, and swimming pools?

Money

I have a yen for sushi tonight. How will I get it?

Money.

We have more trouble with money than Luke, Leia, Hans, and Chewbacca did in the Death Star’s Garbage Compactor. (Star Wars, the movie.)

How many heist movies have you watched with hopes that the robbers would get away with it? Sometimes they did, especially if they robbed from somebody who deserved to be robbed from.

The Treasure of Sierra Madre is considered one of the best movies to come out of Hollywood (1948). I remember from that movie that one man’s desire for gold was more than his desire for water when he was thirsting to death in the desert. At the time, I thought that was stupid, and I don’t remember how old I was when I saw the movie. Maybe I’ll watch it again, although I remember it not being much fun. Roger Ebert’s review: “The movie has never been about gold, but about character.”

There you have it.

Yes, I’m sharing my new finds, new information, and new attitude regarding money. But I’m not throwing it out indiscriminately. (Just like I wouldn't let just anybody ride my horse.)

It’s private. A sharing between you and me.

I’m not a financial guru. Instead, I’m a person who believes in growing, acquiring knowledge, and sharing it.

When I came upon this information, I wondered if I should write a book about it. I knew that if I was going to accumulate wealth, I needed to face some of my issues about it, so I began to write—maybe not an entire book full, but a Newsletter full. And twelve installments ought to do it.

I’m giving it only to Subscribers. I don’t intend to throw it out to be ignored or shot at.

Money deserves better.

Your email box might overflow each morning, but you need one more. (Not daily, but weekly.) You need an inspirational one. I hope The Money Whisperer Newsletter will be like one email I look forward to each week, and say, “Oh goody,’ when I see it.

If you would rather have a paper copy of The Money Whisperer, I can send one by snail mail.

That way, you can sit on the porch with the morning breeze puffing your skin, sip your coffee, and be inspired--without ever turning on your computer--you know how distracting it can be.

What better way to start the day? After that read you will feel like singing through the day, “I am rich beyond my wildest dreams, I am, I am.”

And if I have hit a hot button and made you mad at me, you can crumble up the pages and throw them in the garbage.

And, just think, when this The Money Whisperer Newsletter arrives in you e-box, it will not try to sell you anything. You paid for it already. It’s all signed, sealed, and delivered. You subscribed. We’re clear. If you don’t think the value of this newsletter exceeds the price paid for it, you can cancel money-back guarantee. And if I have hit a hot button and made you mad you can crumble up the pages and throw them away.

Money is a touchy topic. And these days we are so afraid of offending someone that we won’t say what’s really on our mind.

 If you get this as an email, I won’t be selling you anything. You subscribed, paid for it. We’re clear. If you don’t think the value exceeds the price paid, you can cancel, money back guarantee.

 

 

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