I am an early riser. I woke up this morning with no urgent plan and the need to reflect, to integrate, to snuggle with my cat  Leah, and meditate as she purrs, and to just be before I get on with my day. Today I'm simply integrating the Ripple on Silver Lake Open House experience of this past weekend. 

After a wild year of illness, loss and grief along with countless miracles that allowed me the honor of purchasing this property, the Ripple has begun.

It was a wonderful weekend. It was energetically spectacular. The right people showed up at exactly the right time to give me a chance to connect with each person. We talked about upcoming programs, room setups for events they were considering holding at Ripple, lodging rates for my overnight rooms, my background and my coaching and training experience and how I see the Ripple community expanding as my vision continues to flow, evolve and expand.

Visitors shared their ideas for programs and their suggestions about people I should contact to further expand the beautiful energy field that is being created. People gathered in the living room the dining room, the kitchen, the porches and enjoyed refreshment and heart centered conversation. 

It was a beautiful sunny day with a wonderful breeze which enhanced the space with plenty of natural light and caused the sheer curtains to billow in breeze.

Energetically spectacular.

I spent a lot of time simply observing the energy, the flow, the responses as people wandered throughout the indoor and outdoor spaces. I watched the interactions, the new  connections being formed and previously made connections being realized or revitalized. I listened to the conversations which continued to reveal unknown connections.

In the barn across the mirror behind the bar, beautifully scrolled in metal art cursive is the word "Gather". It was one of the first pieces I bought for the space over a year ago after my brother painted and upgraded the lighting. The curtains came next. Simple sheers to bring the outside in. "Create an energetically appealing space for people to gather and the magic will unfold," I told myself. My version of "if you build it, they will come", I suppose.

And that is exactly what happened. They came. They commented on how wonderful the energy of the space was. And the magic unfolded.

It was an extra special treat to have three former owners visit ... each sharing stories about what the house was like when they lived there and some of the memories they had created. The house, built in 1903, has certainly experienced transformation and has been the source of memories for so many. It was amazing to listen to their stories and memories and feel even more connections to my own.

And now it's time to create more. More memories. More experiences. More transformation. More magic.

Today I plan to rest some. Then there are follow up calls and emails. A couple of appointments with people who are interested in the venue for their own events. And then a bit more preparation for our fundraiser yard sale this Saturday that will help support the Ripple on Silver Lake scholarship fund to support members of the local community who may not otherwise be able to attend our workshops. 

I named the center Ripple on Silver Lake after my Mom. But I informally call it The House That Jack Built after my teacher, mentor and coach, Jack Canfield, the Chicken Soup for the Soul guy and the leader of Breakthrough to Success where I first met Jack and connected to his work. He taught me about the Law of Attraction and coached me through the principles of success that have helped clarify my goals and turn my vision into a reality. I am so looking forward to sharing my story while teaching others to do the same at my Manifesting Magic with the Law of Attraction class coming up on July 14th. I hope you are able to join us! And I still have a couple of overnight rooms available!

This morning I had a vision of the house being used by Jack's community of coaches and trainers. It was the set of a TV edutainment reality series, The House That Jack Built, in which they bring their clients and share their transformation using the principles that Jack taught us. Perhaps Jack will really come here someday to see what he helped me create. I might just reach out to my Canfield family to see if there is any interest in putting together a series like this. After all, we all know how powerful this work is through the work we do with our students and clients and each other ... and this is a wonderful place for the Canfield family to gather!

In the meantime, the vision keeps unfolding, the energy is soothing and the possibilities are inspiring. 

What's in a Name? So much more than I even knew! A year ago I put out a call to help me name my retreat center. Here is what I posted on Facebook:

​Many of you know me well. Some of you don't. But if you're here, perhaps you've been following my journey in some capacity and have picked up on my passion, my vision, my energy and how I show up in the world. I'd love your help!!!

I need a name for my new center. I have some ideas but nothing has captured my heart yet. Here are a few pictures of the property, some key words, some key components of what I see happening here and a description of the physical plan. If you are so inspired, please either post below or private message me whatever comes to mind or heart. Thanks in advance!

Key words:
connection, love, transformation, growth, community, retreat, authenticity, expanding human potential and capacity for love, curiosity, exploration and understanding

Key components/events:
community gatherings for conversations that matter, discussion groups, spiritual movie nights, themed dinners, yoga classes, workshops, talks, meetings. Multi day writers retreats, mastermind retreats, personal growth workshops. Maybe even a Victorian wedding or two! Massage therapy practice currently onsite.

Description of property:
Built in 1903 (as best we know) this spectacular property sits on Forrest Brook with water views and deep water access to Silver Lake. Finished barn serves as a yoga studio and easily converts to workshop/gathering space seating 24 theater style for workshops/classes.

The old hayloft now serves as the owners apartment. That's where I live. The huge windows, light and sunrise/sunset views soothe my spirit on a daily basis! Massage therapy suite onsite. Huge deck and lovely outdoor brookfront space for outdoor events.

Main guest house has 4 bedrooms each with private bath. Common space includes kitchen, dining room and lakeview sitting room. Sunrise and sunset views from indoor and outdoor spots. Wrap around porch with screened in section.
Also, Delilah,our official canine greeter, and Leah and Sylvester, my cats that watch over my space, add some wonderful energy and hilarious antics to an already amazing place.

And ... yes ... it's haunted by two very sweet spirits who seem to be happy with the new owner.

Something that I think is important to know:

When I closed on the house, I had a punch list of things to check out and get estimates on including the roof, electrical, plumbing, grounds, airBNB listings ... the list goes on and on. I've had people come out to give me their opinions/assessment/estimates. What I didn't realize was that many of the workforce in the valley are kids (or families) that I have served through my nonprofit work. More than once I've been refused a bill for services rendered. I'm told that it's finally time for me to be paid back for some of what I've done for others. So a couple of other key words/concepts that come to mind about the essence of this property is co-creation, delightful surprises, immense gratitude and heartwarming tears.

And one last amazing thing that makes me know this was all meant to be:

My Mom died in September. When I was getting ready for her memorial service, I went through some old family photos, several of which I had never seen. Over the years my Mom used to talk about summering on a lake in NH, a place she loved and that was an annual part of her family history, but she couldn't recall the name of it. I came across an envelope of very old black and white photos. Buried among them was a picture titled "Mom Silver Lake 1924". It is a picture of my grandmother at 16 on the beach on Silver Lake, the very lake my center overlooks.

I got well over one hundred suggestions from friends, family and people I didn't even know. The name I chose was Ripple on Silver Lake. It was suggested by my cousin John after my Mom's favorite song. Ripple by the Grateful Dead. I got goosebumps and knew that was it. Of course it was. It was perfect.

Before Mom died, she had several strokes. Her speech was garbled and it was difficult to understand what she was trying to say. She knew what was happening and didn't like being so out of control. I watched her make the decision to die and I did my best to support her. She began to refuse food and water. I knew the end was near and was grateful I could spend so much time with her.

One day just before she slipped away she sat up in bed, took my hand, looked me in the eye with her beautiful blue eyes and spoke to me in the way she did when she had advice for me. She told me that she loved me. She wished me well in pursuing my dream. She told me that she was getting ready to go and that she would come visit me. She told me that I would know she was around  because of the song. Ripple. She reminded me that the most important thing in life wasn't success or money or fame. The most important thing was love. And she told me she was proud of me for figuring that out and living my life that way. Only love. She repeated that two more times. Only love. Only love. And then her speech became garbled again. She held my hand, closed her eyes, laid back down and eventually fell asleep.

(If you're interested in reading more about the story behind the name: http://www.rippleonsilverlake.com/about-our-name.html )

That was about a year and a half ago and about six months before I purchased the property. Just he other day I was doing errands around town ... post office, hardware store, etc. I ran into a sweet elderly woman and we started to chat. Eventually it came out that I was the person who bought the big old yellow house. She exclaimed, "You must be Trish!" And continued, "I've heard alot about you and that you'll be doing good things there. I love that house. It has fond memories for me. Way back when i was young, my mother and I used to walk there from the lake. They used to serve ice cream in your parlor, ya know. We used to go there for ice cream in the summer."

I smiled at the thought of my house being the local ice cream parlor. Those of you who know me know that ice cream is my favorite food. And lately I've been waking up with thought of serving ice cream in the summer. I even did a bit of exploring about what it would take to do that.

Then it hit me! "Thank you for sharing that story with me. Do you mind if I ask how old you are?" I asked. "I am 83," She answered.

I got goosebumps. My Mom would have been 83 this year. At the same time this woman was enjoying her ice cream with her Mom, I'll bet my Mom was enjoying her ice cream with her Mom. My grandmother. And her siblings.

No wonder I can feel Mom here with me all the time! As I stood there I recalled that moment with my Mom. Ripple. You will know I am with you when you hear it. 

What's in a name? Goosebumps. Memories. Connection. So much love. And a sudden craving for ice cream ...

I just made the twelfth mortgage payment on my dream property. I turned it into a ceremony of sorts. A celebration. I wrote out the check with my favorite purple inked pen. The pen I've used to autograph my books. There is something about the energy of purple that makes my heart beat happy.

​I pay all my bills electronically, but for some reason, I make it a ritual to write out the mortgage check each month. Then I get in the car, drive through the neighborhood, walk into the bank and present my check to the teller. Perhaps it symbolizes the "old way" of doing things and is my way of connecting the past with the present. Perhaps it's simply about the ritual that reminds me of how it all came to be.  Or perhaps it's to honor the property, the beauty that surrounds it and it's place in the community. But it feels important ... and special. And today it seemed even moreso.

I picked up the check and my car keys from my kitchen table. I paused for a minute to take in the view of Mount Chocorua and the way the sun was dancing on the leaves that burst from their buds over the past couple of weeks. I walked into the living room and watched the family of geese play in Forrest Brook. What a wonderful spot Mom and Dad picked to teach their young how to swim and play!

I walked downstairs through the barn and paused to reflect on all the changes that have been made since I purchased the property. Fresh paint, bigger windows, new lighting, carpet and sheer curtains along with deck access to the back yard make it a perfect place to hold a class, workshop, meeting, discussion group or social gathering ... even a small wedding! Or simply sip a cup of tea with a visitor.

Don't forget to check in with Jake and Ian about deck staining plans once Ian gets out of school. The list never ends, but it's all coming together beautifully ...

I step into the front hallway and am again reminded of the never ending to do list. Rent carpet steam cleaner next week after school ... 

I head out the front door and pinch a few spent petunia flowers on my way. A slight breeze is coming off the lake and it brings a waft of the scent of lilacs my way. My Mom's way of saying hello and reminding me that she's closeby. I stop, close my eyes and take in a full deep breath of lilacs. As I open my eyes, I notice a kayaker out on the lake and an older man standing on the bridge with a younger boy, each holding fishing poles. What a beautiful playground we share!

On my way to the bank I stopped in to get my mail at the Silver Lake post office. I chatted for a few minutes with Patty, the postmaster. She is very active in the local garden club and she gave me a couple of gardening tips as I fetched my mail out of my lock box. In came an older woman who is moving rather slowly. Patty greeted her and expresses her condolences for the loss of their mutual friend. They both shed a few tears and hold hands over the counter. I am compelled to linger a bit, as if to honor the memory woman who passed. In just a few minutes, I learned alot about the woman. She was a matriarch of the neighborhood and a powerful influence in some of the neighborhood kids. She was very much connected to the history of the two women who shared stories of the old neighborhood.

It became evident that the older woman was most likely around when my grandmother and mother used to summer on Silver Lake. I showed her the picture I had on my phone of my grandmother on the beach of Silver Lake in 1924. The picture that I look at often to remind me that there is a reason I feel so connected to this property and to the Silver Lake area. 

We exchanged good days and I headed along Route 41 along Silver Lake enjoying the views along the way. I thought back to the feelings I had that day I drove along this route heading to the closing. As if watching the scenes of a great movie unfolding, such is the story of how I came to purchase the property. Clearly the purchase was meant to be. It all came together in the midst of an extremely difficult time for me and my family. I had lost both my Mom and my brother and the day after my brother died, my Dad had a major cardiac event. On my closing day, I had just come from Florida where my Dad had just turned the corner from a two months battle for his life and was finally starting on the long path back through rehab. I am so grateful that's all behind me now and that after two years of challenges, I'm finally settling into my new life in Silver Lake.

Wow ... so many thoughts and memories and connections! And so much gratitude that I am now looking forward to seeing my vision evolve and coming to life.

On my way into the bank I ran into a woman who stopped in the parking lot to ask me about the upcoming Open House on June 22 & 23rd. I never met her, but she used to attend yoga classes in the barn. She was at the local hardware store and heard that I bought the house from someone she ran into. She was excited to hear more about my vision for the property and the work that will happen at and around Ripple on Silver Lake.

More about my ever evolving vision tomorrow or the next day ... along with a schedule of events for the upcoming Open House! For now I'm off to add a couple of plants to the garden and shower before I head out to meet with a client about a team building workshop and do some work on my Success on Snow program. 

A life in one of my days at Ripple on Silver Lake ...

It's been a year since I bought my wonderful, old Victorian home with the vision of turning it into a retreat center. As you can imagine, the project list is a mile long ... but it is happening! Ripple on Silver Lake is coming alive! I move into each day with the intention that I will have the support I need, the money I need and the motivation I need to continue moving towards my vision. And the Universe just keeps surprising me.

Last week, as I chipped away at my list of things to do for the upcoming Open House that is happening on June 22-23, I went out to look at the garden beds on the front and side of the house. The lawn had invaded both beds and the perennials had been overtaken. It was a mess. I am not a gardener ... nor did I even know how to begin tackling this project. I put it out to the cosmos that help would show up and I asked around for advice on how to approach the project.

In the meantime, I've begun teaching classes in the barn that I've turned into a lovely training room. A couple of weeks ago I taught a class on Manifesting Magic with the Law of Attraction. At the end of the class, a woman came up to me and told me that she would like to help me rehab my gardens. She loved the property and felt drawn to make the offer to help me.

And then I didn't hear from her.

Two weeks later I went to a yard sale on Friday that was a fundraiser for a local nonprofit. I found an edger for $3. I didn't even really know how to use an edger, but felt drawn to buy it. One of my gardening friends who gave me advice on my garden project told me that I should start with an edger to set the line for the bed. So $3.00 later I was ready to start tackling the bed.  I was running out of time to get the beds in shape in time for the Open House and decided to start rehabbing the beds the next day.

The next morning, just as I was getting dressed to head outside the woman from class texted me and told me she had some time available to help me and wondered if she could come over and to work on the beds. I told her I was just about to head out. She showed up. Four hours later, both beds were back to plantable soil, the grass was gone and the perennials could breathe again.

She was amazing. And clearly she loved her work. And I totally enjoyed our conversation as we cut out the grass and restored the beds. She refused compensation but accepted my invitation to grab a bite in exchange for her time. She agreed and our conversation continued.

I asked her why she reached out to me and offered to help. She told me she felt drawn by something beyond her that she didn't quite understand. She told me that since she took my Manifesting Magic class she was trying to act on that sense and pay attention to the things that often went unnoticed. We continued to chat over our meal. She was clearly in transition, cleary open, cleary ready. 

My mind wandered to when I was in that state. That was the summer of 2010 when I connected to the Success Principles, got introduced to the Law of Attraction and attended Breakthrough to Success. That was the year I got clarity. That was the year my life transformed and I got on the path to living with passion and purpose. 

I drifted back to the conversation as she was talking about needing to find clarity in some of the unknown. And then it hit me. Breakthrough to Success! I now work for Jack Canfield and I have access to BTS tickets for the weeks of service. I had an unused ticket. In the moment I felt inspired to offer it to her. And I did.

At first she told me that she didn't know how she would pay for the airfare and the lodging. But she stopped mid-sentence and acknowledged the goosebumps she had on her arms. "You taught me to pay attention to the goosebumps," she said.
"Where is BTS held?", she asked. "Scottsdale, AZ," I replied. "My daughter lives in Phoenix. I have a plane ticket to go see her in the fall. Perhaps I can change the dates!" she exclaimed.

By the time we got our check, she had a plan. She will be at BTS. And she insists on helping me maintain my gardens in exchange for the BTS experience. Win-win all around.

I love how the Universe works when I get out of it's way. I love how things simply flow in perfect timing with a wonderful display of magic that we could never orchestrate on our own.

Don't forget ... pay attention when the goosebump happen. They mean that magic is flowing  ...