The Burwell House- Part 15
Opening my eyes, I watched as the wind blew the willow tree back and forth. The cool breeze brushed my cheek with light kisses. The croaking frogs harmonized with nature and filled me with peace and security. Out my bedroom window, I noticed a male cardinal looking directly at me. How dignified it looked, I thought. The red cardinal symbolizes the heart of pure love. I knew waking to this graceful bird was a great spiritual omen.
I felt strongly after last night's episode at the barbecue and the deep connection that came from it, that things were unfolding as they were meant to. The relationship between Ron and I, Tom and Louis, was secured, never to be broken. How could a night like this not deepen into a spiritual and special friendship? We were all kindred spirits who felt we'd been destined to meet in this extraordinary way.
We had talked well into the night about the mysterious way we were brought together. We confessed we had kept much information from each other, but knew it was for the highest good of all. We trusted this process, this journey and the timing of this episode. We knew it was meant to be.
Tom and Louis talked about the many reasons they wanted us at the Burwell House as interns. They were led on an odyssey straight to us as we were to them. They confessed that the bed and breakfast was haunted which had been the case since they bought it. They shared that the haunting had become more frequent and frightening. Praying diligently for an answer, they witnessed divine timing and stated, "that is when you called us for an internship and it was what you were looking for."
Leaving the Burwell House and business venture because of the mysterious happenings was something Tom and Louis didn't want to do. It had became clear that this is where they belonged. They thought since we were Psychology students, we would have open minds and could hopefully help them. What really aided in their decision to hire us, was hearing about the concept of the power of intention and attraction . They said it was just "the icing on the cake." They felt certain that whatever or whoever was doing the haunting, had no evil intentions. They felt a strange attraction to this entity and knew whatever it was, it needed them in some spiritual way. Somehow they knew, as did Ron and I, that we were the ones led to solve this puzzle, this beautiful, mystery. We all felt grateful to be called to this journey as a team.
I sat on my bedroom arm chair looking into the mirror. My brunette hair had waves running through it from the humid temperatures in Minnetonka, Minnesota. As I pulled the brush through one last time, I could hear the weed whipper outside my room. I peered out and saw a blond, middle-aged man, working diligently on the grounds. He wore white Nike shorts with a black stripe on each side. Muscles finely sculpted, showed powerful shapely calves and upper arms. I had never seen this person at the estate before and my curiosity was getting the best of me. I had to find out who it was. I thought it might be a new employee or perhaps one I hadn't met yet. It was hard to keep track as I'd met so many people this summer. Besides numerous employees, there were five interns including Ron and myself. They came from St. Kate's, Metropolitan and St. Cloud University. It was great working with others that shared similar interests' and majors. The summer team at the Burwell House, consisted of students in Human services, social work and education.
Walking out to the estate grounds, I made my way towards the Burwell house. I wanted to get some breakfast in before the event today. I would be the lead caterer working a community ice cream social. Just feet away from my destination I tripped on a solar light that lined the road to the bed and breakfast. I looked up and saw the handsome blond- haired man I'd seen earlier, looking down at me. "Are you ok? Did you get hurt? He pulled me up with his strong hands and I couldn't help but blush. "I'm fine, it's just my ego that is hurt." As I brushed the dirt off, he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Randy Treeplit, a student from St. Cloud University. I'm one of the interns here for the summer. I'll be working some of the events and helping out with the grounds keeping. Nice bumping into you."
"The spiritual life does not remove us from the world but leads us deeper into it."
~Henri J. M. Nouwen~
© 2011 Laura Rogers