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Soul restoring Montana style |
The one thing that I learned from being on the farm for so
many years, is that despite your best efforts, sometimes things don’t go as
planned. And perseverance and faith are your best friend, along with a good dose of hope. That
learned life skillset has served me well and as I continue to learn new lessons
from less than desirable circumstances, there are blessings and silver linings
to be found.
And the reason I am sharing this is because of a setback on
a goal of mine. Without getting into the
weeds too much, my application to host other events at my barn was denied by
the Planning & Zoning Committee. All
the events Rod & I had dreamed about hosting were now in ashes. The application hearing & process as a
whole was basically awful and I was unprepared for mudslinging at me by one distant
neighbor. (I now have even greater empathy for politicians who endure name
calling). Anyway, after the dust settled and a recent soul restoring trip to my
beloved Montana, a new dream is in the making.
Let me share my story on the magic of when things don’t go
quite as planned. After the P&Z
hearing, I was feeling a bit off balance and said to my “Mr. Right” that “this
girl’s soul needs Montana”. His response was, let’s go! As Rod described a leisurely trip up Lolo pass
and on over to Philipsburg (P-burg), I could hardly wait. Bless that sweet man of mine. Anyway, we arrived in Montana late afternoon and
hungry. We were beyond disappointed that our favorite brew pub diner was closed…
on a Wednesday of all things. So after a
quick bite at another place that wasn’t all that great, we discover that our
hotel reservations were for Philipsburg, Kansas…. Not Montana. Ugh. No hotel room was available in this cute
little tourist town. I was trying to not be glum as this evening
was turning out not as I envisioned… so we decided to console ourselves by
getting a beer at our other fav brew pub.
There the magic began, as we were sipping our adult beverage and getting
a game plan, we struck up a conversation with another couple who didn’t live in
P-burg, but spent a fair amount of time there. This couple were nothing short
of being fascinating (she was an appellate judge in Ohio & he was a
contractor building a small cabin here in Montana) and we felt like instant
friends. We head over to a different bar
so the other couple could grab a bite to eat and (only in small towns) is a
hoola-hooping contest in progress. Out
of the blue, a woman walks up to me and hands me the hoola-hoop, so I give it a
try and win the contest. I guess I impressed Rod with my new found skill and
got high 5’s from all the patrons…. Lol. Basking in my new fame, in walks the mayor
& owner of the beautiful historic hotel to find us as our new friends had
called him after learning of our hotel situation. He has a drink with us and says he has one
room available with a king bed. Glory be! We follow him and the hotel is spectacular,
the great room has comfy chairs, a wood stove and books that made you want to
stay all winter and read your way through the room. All the rooms were themed and we had a rustic
style room decorated with skis and sleds and a divine plaid Eddie Bauer down comforter
that you melted into on the chilly rainy evening. The universe was putting just the right people
in our paths and let me tell you, I felt
blessed beyond measure. The next day we
headed over to see my cousin Ginny & Scott with plans to see their fav
Western themed dinner show in Jackson Hole, WY. Family, music, good food… heavenly! On our way
home, Rod & I do a day trip through Yellowstone and opt to spend the night
in Virginia City, again another historic hotel and good conversation with the
manager. Getting to soak up the magic of
Montana, spend quality time with beloved family…. this girl’s soul was filled
up and I was ready to move forward as I felt there was just something better
out there for me to do.
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Picture perfect in Jackson, WY |
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Barn envy |
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Yellowstone and Old Faithful, be still my heart |
Once home, I connected with a lovely woman named Sara who sought
me out and asked if I wanted to partner with her and do an antique show as this
was also a dream of hers. We plotted,
planned and found a venue at the fairgrounds and now have two dates, the first
will be a Spring event, April 2, 2022 and the second will be a Holiday sale November
12, 2022. We’re starting to attract
other cool vendors and I’m beyond excited!!!!
In the matter of a 3 weeks, I got my soul restored and a new
events partner by trusting in a higher power and that Our CREATOR had something
better in store for me. The power of
good people put in the right spot in the right time and seeing the magic of silver
linings in situations that you didn’t plan for.
Again, those lessons learned from my time in Agriculture, this
is an industry unlike no other. Besides feeding the world, I got to see
firsthand how hardworking farmers/ranches paychecks depend on circumstances beyond
their control – weather and the market. This
creates in you the power of faith and hope in all situations. So no matter what speed bumps come up, I’m
grateful to have gotten through them, I’ve prevailed and come out strong. As for the barn, well we are blessed to have a
large family and it will be the central point for our family gatherings, and
that is always a good thing.
Wishing you a very blessed Sunday. Here is a special blessing I came across and
want to share. “May you always have enough
happiness to keep you sweet; enough trials to keep you strong; enough success
keep you eager; enough faith to give you courage and enough determination to
make each day a good day”. All my best, Gayle