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Ridin’ Around in My Automobile…

March 15th, 2019 Sears Homes 6 comments

It’s utterly shocking how much I’m enjoying having no encumbrances. My house sold and closed two weeks ago, so there are no taxes to pay and no mortgages to worry about and no trees that need trimming and no gutters that must be cleaned.

I’m currently living with a friend in the Midwest, and it’s mighty nice. I buy a few groceries and turn them into tasty meals, in exchange from a quiet, warm place to stay. It’s a sweet deal and seems to be working out very well.

My friend was living alone, after having been married for many years, so this is a win/win for both of us.

In a few days, I’ll visit family and friends in Ohio and I’m looking forward to that, too.

For someone who spent an entire career writing about “home,” it’s surprising how much I enjoy living this nomadic life.

To read about what a startling transformation this is, click here.

The Midwest is full of beautiful landscapes, such as this.

The Midwest is full of beautiful landscapes, such as this.

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An Important Anniversary…

March 5th, 2019 Sears Homes 4 comments

Today marks an anniversary for me, and a very important one. Six months ago, on September 5th, 2018, I went into a hospital for a minor medical procedure (a “lady parts” thing). When I stood up (in the recovery room) to get dressed, I was bleeding profusely. Despite my protests, I was sent home. I wasn’t home very long before I asked my friend to summon an ambulance.

I was bleeding to death, and I knew it.

By the time I was transported to a local ER, I’d probably lost 2-3 pints of blood. The ER apparently didn’t believe me, because I was still talking (albeit slowly). Perhaps 30 minutes after admission, I lost consciousness and my blood pressure went to 32/25 (according to Milton, who remained by my side while I was in the ER cubicle).

The next time the automatic bp machine searched for a blood pressure, there was none. I had flat-lined. That’s when the excitement began. The medical staff came running down the hall and shooed Milton out into the hallway.

For more than 10 minutes, I was gone. Fact is, I was having a wonderful time!  :D

I “woke up” when my heart stopped and this experience of “dying” changed me forever. After returning to this world, I was transported by ambulance (really fast!) to a local hospital. Whilst there, I had four days to lie perfectly still and think about my life. I realized that I had been miserable since my husband’s suicide. And, in those four days, I was in the company of “too many angels to count,” who literally swarmed me, sang to me, answered my questions and kept me company.

It was during this time that I realized that I needed to make many changes in my life.

One of those changes was a move to a small town in the Midwest.

I’ve been here for five days, and even though moving long-distance was a herculean effort, it’s the best decision that I ever made. I’m living in a friend’s house and I have an entire floor to myself. It’s bliss. I don’t recall a time in my life when I have ever been happier.

For now, I’m going to focus on enjoying life and appreciating the beauty of nature, the love of friends, and the pure joy of remembering my time in heaven.

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Living in a small town in the Midwest has its advantages. I'm enjoying the snow and the natural beauty that is all around me.

Living in a small town in the Midwest has its advantages. I'm enjoying the snow and the natural beauty that is all around me. I'm still adjusting to the cold. It was 2 degrees yesterday morning!

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My room is wonderful, and there are some people who might think it odd that a 59-year-old woman is so content in a room with a private bath, but it suits me very well. I love it here.

My room is wonderful, and there are some people who might think it odd that a 59-year-old woman is so content in a room with a private bath, but it suits me very well. I love it here. And I brought my own pillows and comforter!

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Read the prior blog here.

Rose recently gave a talk in Williamsburg, Virginia. Listen to it here.

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My New Life…

March 1st, 2019 Sears Homes 8 comments

As of yesterday, my new life in the Midwest has begun. I’m now living in a bedroom (with a private bath) and there’s even space for Seabiscuit (my Prius C) in the garage. For the first time in a long time, I awakened this morning feeling only a deep settled peace and calm.

Sometimes, I wonder why I waited three years to get the heck out of Hampton Roads (Southeastern Virginia) where my husband ended his life, and now I realize, it took me three years to get the emotional resources and spiritual courage and financial wisdom to make such a draconian move.

After buying my little house in Suffolk 15 months ago, I frequently said that I’d remain there until I died - and I did just that. Subsequent to a “minor” surgical procedure, I died and was resuscitated (or as Dale says, “heaven sent you back!”).

After returning from heaven in September 2018, I sold off or gave away many long-cherished possessions, sold my new car back to the dealership and listed my house for sale. (On September 5, 2018, I died and had no vitals for 10+ minutes.)

Honestly, “dying” was the best thing that ever happened to me, and it gave me a new outlook on life. In fact, it continues to transform my life.

It’s my goal to write a book about the near-death experience.  After that, I’m not sure where life will take me, but I know - it’s going to be wonderful.

To see Rose’s talk on Saturday (in Williamsburg), click here.

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Leaving a rest stop in Virginia, I paused to snap a photo. My little car was loaded down with my worldly possessions.

Leaving a rest stop in Virginia, I paused to snap a photo. My little car was loaded down with my worldly possessions.

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Driving west on I-64, I encountered an ice storm at the Indiana border. Seabiscuit behaved well, but the driver was a little unnerved. And despite my massive organizational efforts - I forgot to pack an ice scraper!

Driving west on I-64, I encountered an ice storm at the Indiana border. Seabiscuit behaved well, but the driver was a little unnerved. And despite my massive organizational efforts - I forgot to pack an ice scraper!

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