Written on Friday, January 28th, 2011

This afternoon, I was resting for a few minutes and got strong guidance to take a flyer for an upcoming event of mine to a yoga studio (Golden Bridge) in Hollywood. I have really learned to trust what comes through, so I went. The route there, down Olympic Blvd., took me one block away from the location of the home that had belonged to my Grandmother, Sarah. As I approached her street, I felt very positive energy and got guided to drive past her home.

I met the current owners about 5 years ago, a lovely gay couple who have remodeled the house extensively, making it their own. They were curious about the history of the house, and I gave them photos from the decades my grandmother and family lived there, starting in 1953.

As I drove past, I saw a truck in the narrow driveway, with a few men loading the art deco designed stove that my grandmother had made thousands of delicious meals on into the bed of the truck. The stove has circular glass windows on the doors of the oven, so you can see the progress of the cooking – especially if you were a child waiting for cookies to be finished baking. I turned my car around and had another look, intending to drive away. But I stopped and got out. I spoke to one of the men, who was a friend of the owners, and told him my history with the house and the stove. He invited me in and showed me the back yard, which had been transformed with great care. There were loads of flowers, a pool and two small dogs. It was a pleasure to seen the back yard so full of life and lovingly designed. The stove, which had been stored in the garage for some time, was being sold to a family. So it lives to cook again.

I left there feeling very peaceful and grateful, and do now writing this. This was a little gift. Had I driven by a few minutes sooner or later, I would not have seen the stove. Something feels very complete. Soon, I am leaving Los Angeles for a while, and this feels like part of that.

Thank you, angels, for the guidance, and thank you, grandma, for all the time you spent in front of that stove, cooking Armenian food for everyone.