My Year in a Yurt

My Year in a Yurt

Jen McGeehan

Copyright © 2018 by Jen McGeehan

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Table of Contents

Say Yes to a Yurt?

Put Him on a Plane? (Part 1)

Put Him on a Plane (Part 2)

Put Him on a Plane (Part 3)

One Plus One Equals…Three!

Heidi

Healing from the Ground Up

Bathroom 101

Don’t Judge a Book by Its Cover

Waste Not Want Not

The Help

The Loofah

I Can’t Hear You

I’m Free!

The Property Manager

Baby, Oh Baby

The Gift

The Promise

Dad

Look Up!

Comfort in Communication

Cross Your T’s and Dot Your I’s

Things That Stick!

Pink Toenails

Catch the Water

Rubbah Slippahs

The Hen Party

The Few and the Mighty

Two Ponds and a Peacock? (Part 1)

Pandora’s Box

The Church Service

The Official Do’s and Don’ts of Decorating in the Round

Two Ponds and Peacock? (Part 2)

Noli

The Ties That Bind

Hansi

Two Ponds and a Peacock? (Part 3)

Coincidence or Confirmation

Dedication

As children, teenagers, even young adults, we are seldom able to recognize the many ways we mirror our parents. I was thirty-eight years old, a wife, and a mother of a young daughter and son before I acknowledged that my entrepreneurial skills were a birth gift from my mother. By that time, she had enjoyed her heavenly residence for sixteen years, having succumbed to lung cancer at the age of forty-four. To this day, I am grateful for her teaching in the areas of baking and sewing, the importance of list making, and her steely temperament that never gave up. She was a savvy business owner before it became popular for women to bring home the bacon. Her tiny company, Wild Designs by Gretchen, provided employment for a half-dozen women, decorating with bright tissue paper flowers a variety of retail establishments including Neimen Marcus. Way to go, Mom!

Well into my fifties, I realized my writing skills were a birth gift from my father. Although he never pursued a literary career, his pen and paper musings demanded preservation. And the story he wrote, detailing the bullet wounds he suffered while serving our country during WWII, wrapped around his sustaining faith in God, became the central theme of his memorial service on August 18, 2012. Dad loved words. Toiling, ebullient, and umbrage were just a few of his favorites. Don’t ask me how he came up with Puce as my nickname.

How grateful I am for the opportunity to dedicate this book to my precious earthly parents. Thank you, Mom and Dad, for your inexhaustible love and support, for seeing and encouraging talents in me that I could not see in myself, for sacrificing, and for following God’s call as my parents. The birth gifts you passed on to me have carried me through the joys and the trials of life, gifts that will shine the light on the everlasting love and faithfulness of our heavenly Father through His Son, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit—God’s greatest gifts to mankind!

In loving memory of:

Gretchen Gerrish Clay

November 4, 1936~December 6, 1980

William Gordon Clay

April 26, 1925~August 9, 2012

Special

Dedication

Although I never met her in person, I had a number of phone conversations with Becky Kemery, author of the highly acclaimed Yurts: Living in the Round. She was very encouraging as I shared my vision for My Year in a Yurt and had even agreed to provide an endorsement. Our final conversation was brief—her voice was weak and I could hear a steady hiss-hiss in the background. Just prior to ending our chat, I took a chance. Becky, are you ill?

She responded with a faint, Yes.

Is it life-threatening?

Yes. With that, I promised to pray for her and call her in a month. Thank you were her final words to me. Months later, I did a Google search after she failed to respond to my phone calls and e-mails. I was shocked to discover that she had succumbed to cancer! I was also surprised to find out just how much we had in common. We were born just seventeen days apart in April 1956. She passed away the day of my father’s memorial service—August 18, 2012. We both held a deep appreciation for nature, and we loved the written word.

Becky, you are greatly missed by your family, your friends, and those who were just getting to know you!

Becky Kemery

April 25, 1956~August 18, 2012

Acknowledgments

The written word cannot adequately express my sincere gratitude to the scores of family members and friends who have encouraged me to share my thoughts and experiences through My Year in a Yurt. I believe it really began when dear friend, Belinda, decided we should start an American Christian Writer’s (ACW) chapter in Big Bear, California. The bug-to-write beyond the typical work-related newsletters, advertising campaigns, and press releases was further flamed when I attended an ACW Conference. And from there, the ball began to roll!

A special thank you goes out to Amy, Sherri, and Catherine. Through your individual prayer requests, the Lord used the three of you in a most miraculous way—to write words of faith, hope, love, perseverance, healing, and restoration! I give my heartfelt thanks to Bob and Lois Daniels, the best example of surrogate parents on the planet. Bob, thank you for reading every word I have written, for your volumes of encouragement, and for painstakingly noting those nasty typos no writer ever wants to see in their manuscript. Lo, I am so grateful that you were faithful in sharing God’s love for me, for your patience as He quietly wooed me unto Him, for every time you invited me to church even though I always said no, and for the precious Bible you gave to me so many years ago! Meeting you and then having the privilege of working together at La Habra Fashion Square were His divine appointments. God heard every whispered prayer over the course of the next thirty-four years, and I will eternally thank Him for sending you. I love you both!

Thank you, Darlene, for your meticulous attention to every detail of the Yurt Resource Guide. You treated this special assignment as if it were your own baby. Thank you, Pat, for always believing in me, for encouraging me, and for never complaining when you woke up in the middle of the night only to discover that I was sitting at my computer with the lantern on, wildly hitting the keyboard to get a few more thoughts out of my head and onto the screen. Your playful and witty words are woven throughout this book, adding a touch of spice and creative flair I could never have provided. I love you eternally!

I thank Christian Faith Publishing and Marie Lewis for believing that this story of God’s healing and restoration should continue through the publication of the 2nd Edition of My Year in a Yurt! Thank you for believing in me.

This opportunity and experience brings my entire life full circle. Thank you for believing in me! And to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. It is only through the indwelling of Your Holy Spirit that I move and breathe. Your Word has been a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. You opened the door for me. You held my hand, and we walked through together. May Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. I praise You, and I thank You!

Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen.

Ephesians 3:20–21

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Preface

In September 2011, my hubby, Pat, and I stuffed our most cherished and needed belongings into a forty-foot Matson container, shipped our Chevy truck and Mini Cooper, flew one horse and goat air cargo, then, with bulging roll-on luggage, moved to the Big Island of Hawaii. Due to our devastating financial situation, we embraced the unique opportunity to rent our Hawaii realtor’s twelve-acre property in the rural town of Paauilo, complete with a 450 not-so-square-foot yurt. What the heck is a yurt? you might ask…

Ours was a twenty-four-foot diameter, Mongolian-inspired tent, constructed of vinyl siding and roof, with a huge acrylic skylight dome and lattice interior walls. It offered a nice kitchenette and small potbelly stove. The bathroom, located under the backside of the attached lanai, required a quick jaunt down a lava rock pathway. Like many residents of Hawaii, we lived off-grid, which meant we had no city-provided utilities. Instead, rain water was captured in enormous twelve- and eighteen-thousand-gallon tanks, electricity was a gift from the sun via solar panels perched on the roof of the lanai, gas was provided when we filled the twenty-gallon propane tank inconveniently located under the yurt, and TV, phone, and Internet were beamed down through two five-foot satellite dishes positioned under a huge Ohia tree in the immediate backyard! (When the second dish arrived, Pat began to refer to our little love yurt as the Starship Enterprise!)

The key to the huge paradigm shift of our lives came when God opened a door for us to move. We not only recognized it—we took it! Was our move to Hawaii, and a funky yurt, His new beginning for us? You bet! Just like millions of Americans across the country, we were adjusting to a new normal. Our savings was nonexistent. Our home had not yet sold—after being on the market for three and a half years. And we were carrying debt that totaled over $600,000! At the time of our exodus, we could see no light at the end of the dark, frightening tunnel. We knew it would take a God-sized miracle to pull us out of the financial pit we had found ourselves in.

My Year in a Yurt began as a prayer for three desperate girlfriends. It then turned into a blog on my Facebook page, offering support to women experiencing their own debilitating struggles while adjusting to their personal version of a new normal. These women suffered from anxiety, stress, health issues, lack of sleep, fear, frustration, and confusion. A few ended up at the hospital or felt they were on their way to checking in! Truth be told, there is One who sticks closer than a brother, who promises to take our burdens, who loves us unconditionally, who is there to guide and direct us every step of the way. His name is Jesus Christ. With Him, all things are possible.

Living in a yurt, off-grid, away from family and close friends had its challenges. There were times of frustration and loneliness, times when I couldn’t help but question God and His plan for Pat and me. But through this faith-stretching process, God has taught me valuable life lessons, blessing us exponentially as we humbled ourselves and walked the path He stretched out before us. These are the lessons and the blessings I believe He wants me to share with you! Wherever you are, whatever your situation, He is always there to guide, protect, and provide. Learning to trust Him, to lean on Him, to follow Him is the answer.

I look forward to hearing how He blesses you in your own journey through My Year in a Yurt.

The Exodus

September 2011

Say Yes to a Yurt?

The dream of living in Hawaii was planted deep within our hearts years prior to actually making the move-of-faith, as I like to call it. In 2002, Pat and I took our first Big Island vacation after less than a full year of marriage. His high school buddy, Dick, had moved his wife and young family to a six-acre coffee farm ten years earlier. As we spent seven glorious days enjoying the aloha spirit, we too began to embrace what this paradise had to offer.

Seven years later, and after two back surgeries for work-related injuries, Pat retired from a thirty-one-year career in the fire service. During this emotionally and physically stressful time, one additional stress landed squarely on our shoulders: sell the house!

It was the fall of 2008, and the reality of economic collapse had begun. We had just returned from our first reconnaissance trip to the Big Island, confident that it was time to pull up stakes and make the dream a reality. We both believed, with 100 percent certainty, that our custom-built dollhouse in Big Bear, California, would sell quickly…very quickly. But after three and a half years in a virtually nonexistent real estate market, our confidence level plummeted to a negative zero. Originally, our house was priced at $1,100,000. By the summer of 2011, it had dropped to $575,000 with no viable offers. We continued to have faith that God could sell it, even in a snowstorm, and that He would bring a buyer at just the right time. We just couldn’t understand why He was taking so long. It’s hard to describe living in a home that has been on the market for 1,265 days. In my three decades of buying and selling homes, the longest it took to close an escrow was four and a half months, and that felt like an eternity!

During those three and a half long years, we watched our equity dwindle from over $500,000 to zero as our debt, including an interest-only mortgage, consistently increased to well over $600,000. We were now living a financial nightmare, with absolutely no visible way out. By July of 2011, serious decisions had been made. We joined American Consumer Credit Counseling, consolidating our credit card debt into one somewhat manageable monthly payment. If we stayed on track, we would show a zero balance in four short years. Short? Not to me. All bank credit cards were cancelled, and we painstakingly began the adjustment from living on credit to living solely on our monthly income. I was so angry that we had gotten ourselves into this position that I was more than happy to finally live within our means, whatever that meant! It actually felt good to take charge of our finances, to say no to the lie that a person, couple, family can’t survive without credit cards. We were out to prove them wrong. We not only would survive, but we would eventually, with God’s help, thrive! How? We really had no idea except to follow the Bible’s guidelines. No matter what, we would continue to tithe ten percent of our gross income.

Later that July, I received an e-mail from John and Karen, offering us the opportunity to travel to Hawaii to ranch-sit their twenty-acre paradise for the entire month of October. I had met John almost four years earlier through an Internet inquiry as I searched for a suitable place to board our horse and three goats when the time finally came to move. John had provided a plethora of island-living information. And we even rented their guest room during one of four reconnaissance trips. As I stared at the e-mail on my computer screen, I knew what our answer would be. Ashley, our oldest daughter, was getting married on October 22, and Chris, our only son, was entering the United States Coast Guard a day later. So I penned a painful response, It just isn’t possible. Thankfully, I sent a copy to Pat. The next morning changed our lives forever…

By mid-morning, Pat had enjoyed his customary cup of hot tea while catching up on e-mails sent the night prior. He found me in our bedroom, suggested we hop into our indoor Jacuzzi to chat about John’s offer. (I hadn’t even had a chance to mention it to him.)

As the bubbles swirled around us, causing steam to cloud our view out the French windows and doors, a view to our future began to come into focus. Pat, there is simply no way we can go. We’ve got the wedding on October 22, and I have to be there when Chris heads off to boot camp, I reasoned. He was very patient as I rattled off all the reasons we couldn’t possible do this. And then, the door began to squeak open. Jen, I think John’s offer is a lily pad for us to move. We can stay at their place for three weeks, fly back for the wedding and boot camp send-off, then return to Hawaii permanently, he said, with a look of little boy expectancy all over his face! My jaw dropped as I tried to grasp hold of the suggestion he was making.

But what about the house? It hasn’t sold, I replied.

"Our realtor can continue to market