I apologize for the long wait my dear friends! Though, I feel the lovely adventure of Margie’s self-discovery is truly magical. I am personally enjoying every moment as it continues to unfold in my imagination and believe it thus far to be totally worth the wait!
The next morning, Margie awoke to find Nutmeg curled up at her feet and her arm resting, gingerly over the “Timeless Tales” book. Still thinking about the odd dream from the night before, Margie decided to contemplate its meaning over a cup of coffee and pancakes. Nutmeg twitched her tale and stared at Margie through half-closed eyes.
Margie giggled and swooped Nutmeg up into her arms and nuzzled her against her cheek. Nutmeg had come into her life just a little over a year ago. The day after her grandmother’s wake, Margie had found Nutmeg trying to find shelter from the cold, wet rain on her back porch. She was just a young kitten, Margie took her in, and they became the best of friends.
Most people would say cats were self-centered and selfish, not Nutmeg. She was the sweetest, bravest little thing trying to survive the hand that life had dealt her at such a tender age. They were both alone in the world and needed someone to love. Margie instantly fell for the sweet little orange and white Norwegian Forest cat that made itself at home on her porch that wet fall afternoon. In Margie’s opinion, it was fate.
Upon reaching the kitchen, Nutmeg was loudly purring, probably in anticipation of bird watching from her favorite resting place in the little window nook that overlooked the flower garden. Over the past week, since they had moved into the small manor home that had been in her family for over two hundred years, Margie had made a morning ritual of making a cup of morning tea or coffee while telling Nutmeg all about her plans and thoughts for the day ahead.
This morning it was more about reflecting on the dream she had last night of her grandmother telling her she would find what she was looking for in the attic. Margie had not really been in the attic since settling in, other than to quickly stash away a few things, like her treasured Christmas tree ornaments. Margie knew that there were decades of family treasures lying in wait for her to come upon in that little magical stowaway. By the time she had finished her breakfast and sharing her thoughts with Nutmeg, Margie had made up her mind to spend the day exploring the attic. The day was overcast and rainy, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to see what adventures awaited her.
After washing the breakfast dishes, Margie went to get dressed. It was one of those days when she knew she would take great care in selecting the outfit and accessories that she would wear. Not because Margie wanted to look any particular way, but rather, Margie wanted to create a specific vibe. Ever since she could remember, Margie would get this instinctive pull, and it felt like sparks were igniting all around her. She would feel warm and tingly, kind of like last night at the Brewitchery.
It was almost like an energetic forcefield moving all around her, and time seemed to either stand still or speed up. Her grandmother had always said she was a very magical girl with an incredible ability that someday she would better understand. Margie knew that when she was in control of creating a specific vibe, the energy in the forcefield felt more like a guide showing her what direction to go in, rather than the confusing and chaotic sensations that had stirred within her last night. Margie had always assumed that it had just been her grandmother’s way of saying she was special, just like any other loving grandmother.
However, over the last, a little over a year since her grandmother’s passing, the force field and intuitive or knowing nudges had somehow transformed into something new. She had heeded her grandmothers’ last wishes with reluctance and sold the home in Maine, where she had grown up and returned to her ancestral lands in Ireland. Still unsure what she was looking for, she knew she needed as much guidance as the universe was willing to give her.
PS-Margie’s journey of self-discovery is still unfolding in the most magical adventure I am truly enjoying, and hope you look forward to continuing with me!