When I write these blog posts, I generally don’t write the entire thing in one day. It can take several days or even longer, depending on what’s going on with me.
I mention this because of a talk I recently had with my massage therapist/spiritual life coach, after I had written the previous post. My sessions consist of one hour massage, followed by a half hour of talking. Sometimes we talk first and sometimes we talk more than a half an hour. No matter what the order is in terms of talking or massage first, we always end with a short meditation led by my massage therapist/spiritual life coach.
In a previous blog, I wrote about how I wasn’t sure where the stairs were when I “saw” them, during a meditation with my massage therapist. We usually end the session with a meditation, and this particular time, when we were meditating, I could see where the stairs were in the house where my mother grew up. Now we would drive there every so often to visit my grandfather and my great aunt His sister who help to raise my mother. I remembered all of the details.
In this house, there was a large front porch leading to the front door. There was also a side entrance too. We would always enter through the side door. What I remembered during the massage, was the layout of the house including where the basement was located. As you went in the side door, straight ahead was the kitchen, and on the left side was the entrance to the basement stairs. As you turned left and go down a couple of stairs, there was a landing, which then turned 90 deg. to the right. I can picture everything. The open stairs. The room next to the stairs. The wooden shelves straight ahead. There is a picture for me. To the left and toward the back, is where the washer was. There were lines outside to airdry the laundry.
I know the whole layout of the house, including the upstairs. Now I will say, there was no reason for me to know the upstairs layout, other than I stayed there overnight. As you go up the stairs, to the left was my aunt’s bedroom. Straight ahead was another bedroom, with 2 single beds. To the right, was a bathroom with a clawfoot bathtub. My grandfather’s bedroom was on the first floor. The house was a nice old house, though I don’t know when the house was built. And for an extra tidbit, this house had open back stairs, leading to the basement.