I make pie just about everyday but I don’t always exactly know who’s going to get it. Perhaps this is baking on faith that the right pie will get to the right person at the right time.
I’ve been asked, if I sell pies, have a pie shop or am planning to open one. My standard reply is, “You can’t buy my pies, but, I will give one to you.”
This may sound kind of crazy but it’s sort of how I live my life. The perfect things come at the perfect time. Like the phone chip which I thought was lost from a borrowed phone and turned up the very day I needed to return the phone! Or, my dog, Lady, who showed up on my deck just 30 minutes after I said, “I need a dog.”
But, finding the house where I now live? That’s probably one of the best stories.
As some of you know, for a year, I “commuted” to teach my Seattle pie classes from Port Angeles. This is not a small commute. It includes a ferry ride from Seattle, crossing the Hood Canal Bridge and one more hour of driving after that. If you get all the connections just right and the traffic is light, it can be done in 2 hours 30 minutes. My record is 2 hours 10 minutes. On that trip, I was the last one on a late night ferry and just about the first off since there are few cars that late. But, if you literally “miss the boat” or “the bridge” is open, the trip can take up to 4 hours 30 minutes. And, we’re talking each way!
When I tallied up my commute time for one week, it was 21 hours, not including loading and unloading the car on both ends of the trip. Something had to give.
So, I do what I always do.
I petitioned whatever fairy or deity seems to be the right one. For example, I always whistle for the parking fairy (a/k/a St. Asphaltia) when I need a spot. She never fails me. Really!
It was my friend Kelly who brought the Goddess of the Hearth, Hestia to mind when thinking of a new place to live.
Now, in asking, I find that the more specific you are the better the results.
I was very specific. I needed my house in Port Angeles, and by that I mean an older 1920′s cottage, a quiet and homey neighborhood with great neighbors, windows with good light, a kitchen for teaching, and a landlord who would allow me to bring Lady and her kitty, Fez. Oh, and a garden to plant my greens. Gotta have my greens!
On a quiet evening:
- I lit candles.
- I lit incense.
- I put on music (Joni Mitchell’s 1st album, Song To A Seagull seems to be good for home-centered ceremonies).
- I centered myself…and then…I asked simply and directly.
I asked for what I needed and not what I wanted.
I think there is a big difference.
Here’s what happened.
My pie making friend, Mari, text messaged me very early the next morning, letting me know that Seattle food blogger and garden goddess, Willi Galloway, needed someone to rent her house since she was moving to Portland with her hubby. It turns out that while I was petitioning, Hestia, Willi was telling Mari about her move and need for a renter. (That would be me!)
You bet I jumped right on it and contacted Willi to set up a date to meet and see her home.
On the appointed day, I drove to the neighborhood. Walking distance to bus, grocery, farmers market and neighborhood eating spots. Perfect!
And more signs along the way. The names of both cross streets have importance for me. One is the last name of my son and the other is the middle name of my oldest and dearest friend in the whole world.
And, if that were not enough, on every corner of the block were political campaign signs for Joe McDermott. Really! I’m not making this up!
The only thing that could have been more direct is if there had been a big flashing neon arrow coming from the sky, pointing the house out to me with the word “HOME“!
And, when I met Willi, I knew that this would be a good fit. A very good fit. Her home…so full of love and light…like her.
And so it has become…my new home.
Thank you, Kelly, Mari, Willi and most of all…
Thank you Hestia. I know you heard me.