Do Locations Push and Lure?
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
Just as Iâ€™m feeling a strong push away from the town I have lived in since 1985â€”hurricanes, Â thefts, vandals, the prospect of jobs leaving the Â area, few or no remaining friends here, my girls wanting to go elsewhereâ€”Iâ€™m Â also feeling Â a Â strong Â pull Â toward Â Central Â Florida. Â Toward what, I donâ€™t know, but there seems to be a ley line of energy from Daytona up near Gainesville Â and then, who knows? I have yet to chart it on a map because Iâ€™ve only now discovered it.
I first felt this tug a year ago when I drove through the Â Gainesville/Ocala Â area on my way to Orlando. Orlando didnâ€™t have the Â same energy. Iâ€™d been to Orlando quite Â often Â on Â vacation Â and Â business, Â but Â Iâ€™d Â been Â to Gainesville on a defense Â contract a few times and had loved the campus at the University Â of Florida. The whole area appealed to me then, and that was ten years ago.
I felt it again last DecemberÂ when I took the girls to Disney. Just waves of energy that felt so welcoming Â and optimistic. Like a whole new life.
Normally, Iâ€™d travel north of there or south of there, but a few unusual opportunities came up to send me back through there and toward Daytona. AngelSu had told me that the energy in Daytona and in Asheville NC would be very good for me, but I wasnâ€™t so sure about Daytonaâ€¦.
The first Â opportunity Â was Â a Â writersâ€™ Â conference Â in Daytona Â Beach back in May. Not my first choice of a place to go for a week. Iâ€™d accepted the invitation back in March or April of the previous year to Â speak there this year and had reluctantly agreed, thinking I wouldnâ€™t care for the area based on what Iâ€™d been told but it was within driving distance and a good opportunity to visit with my favorite editors and long-time Â writer pals. Surprise! The girls and I loved it, loved the energy there.
And sheesh, more charming men than I could beat off with a stick! They liked my sparkly shoes and crazy ideas, and they liked me for me. Very different than in this conservative side of Florida.
About the same time, two more things happened toÂ draw me to the area. One was a week-long course Iâ€™ve been wanting to take in Septemberâ€¦offered in Deland. I didnâ€™t know where Deland was at the time, just that the course was suddenly open to me, but Iâ€™ve since Â had to put that one off until November at the earliest because of my day jobâ€™s need for overtime.
The other incident came within a few days. I accepted another speaking engagement, not even knowing for certain where it would be, but saying yes to it felt very right. Iâ€™d thought Â it was in Â Jacksonville Â or Tampa, Â based Â on what Iâ€™d been told. Nope.
Ironic. Â Usually, Â when Â Iâ€™m Â teaching Â workshops Â for writers, I know exactly where Iâ€™m staying and everything about the set-up. See, Iâ€™ve decided to stop teaching seminars specifically for writers, though I may do a few here and there. Iâ€™m now moving toward teaching spiritual and motivational Â seminars, and before I even put my name out there to do my first workshop Â of this type locally, I have been invited to headline at a well-respectedÂ spiritual gathering in late October. In the Ocala-Daytona Â area. I had no idea it was there, but this door has opened to me to meet people in that area, people who share my spirituality.
Maybe thatâ€™s Â an opportunity Â to meet Â a like-minded man in that area?
Thatâ€™s 3 times business has called me to the area, andÂ though I have friends in D.C. who often hint how much Iâ€™d love it thereâ€”and Jillian who tells me repeatedly that I should pack up the girls and move thereâ€”I donâ€™t have all Â this Â other Â calling Â of Â business Â and Â opportunities Â to there. Iâ€™ve had non-calls this year: the definitive feeling not to go to conferences in New Orleans or Atlanta this year, or to D.C.
When the girls and I left Daytona back in May, we were so hyped on the positive energy from there. It had been a long time since Iâ€™d felt good things were coming. The energy felt so healing, and for the week I was there, it was easy to forget aboutÂ anything Â and everything Â back home. We hung onto that energy for as long as we could, but after a few weeks, it began to fade. We began to feel the oppression Â again, like we just couldnâ€™t burst through all the problems here to make anything happen.
But weâ€™ve focusedÂ on the positives of the future, onÂ making things happen,Â on laying out our blueprint Â and taking our first steps and weâ€™re feeling something Â breaking through again.
Do you know how, when you clear your mind to sleepÂ or when youâ€™re in the middle of your daily life, suddenly an unexpected Â thought Â will bubble Â up? Thatâ€™s Â how itâ€™s been this past week.
While sitting Â in Â a briefing, Â while Â in Â mid-sentence in Â a briefing, I suddenly got a strong glimpse walking through my hotel Â in Daytona Â Beach, Â toward Â the Â ocean Â on Â the other side of the doors and windows. That happened several times over the course of a few days. Strong, Â persistent. Nothing special or unique about the memory. Just a wave of that energy. I had to shake my head to clear the images that intruded.
The most recent intrusion, for lack of a better term, was last night at bedtime. Iâ€™d cleared my head to meditate, and the memory slammed me Â into my sheets. I was sit- ting at a Dunkin Donuts shop in Palm Coast, Â north of Daytona, reading the map to find our way from there to Gainesville just as I did two months ago yesterday. I can still taste the chocolate-glazed Â donut and see Aislinn lick her fingers discreetly. And a Â few seconds later, Iâ€™m out- side at the car, glancing one last time at the map and hearing the Morriganâ€™s crows callingâ€”the only crows we saw on the entire tripâ€”from a pine tree above us.
Iâ€™m eager to see what lures the area offers me next.