🌟 The Amber Glass Building
Every time I drove north on Route 9 in Westchester County, my eyes were naturally drawn to the Hudson River on the left. But to the right, on top of a hillside in Croton-on-Hudson, stood something quietly captivating: a round, amber-glass building. It looked like a beacon—serene, mysterious. I’d often pass it on my way to Scarsdale or Westport, always wondering, What is that place? Who lives there?
A New Chapter Begins
Back then, I had just begun a surprising new chapter. After an early retirement from nursing due to a disability, I’d become a psychic, medium, and medical intuitive—my second career, discovered by chance. Clients found me through word of mouth. I worked around the kids’ school schedules: sessions during the day, more after bedtime.
Life felt full. Creative. I was knitting winter sweaters, sewing outfits for my daughter, making tie-dye shirts and macramé hangers. We had recently moved from a rental in Croton to our first real home in Peekskill—a cozy converted barn with a loft bedroom, nestled on a quiet lane.
A Scary Time
I was pregnant with my son when my husband lost his job. It was terrifying. Money was tight, and the future uncertain. I started a food co-op with friends so we could stock our freezers ahead of the baby’s arrival. My husband was overwhelmed, unsure how we’d pay the mortgage. It led to his remaining unemployed for a year, not knowing what to do first until his father got him a position.
But I kept doing what I knew—creating from what I had.
Making Something from Nothing
I mended my jeans, then stitched a butterfly across the back of my jacket. Someone saw it and asked me to do an image on a shirt. I said yes—but I need the money upfront, I told her, because we had none. I embroidered a golden bull inside a sunburst. She wore it to a contest and won first prize.
That led to more requests. Slowly, a small income began to take shape.
Even zucchini bread helped. I’d frozen loaves to share with visitors. One friend asked to buy a batch. More money came in. Bit by bit, I was building something new—something from nothing.
The Invitation
About six months in, I was working full-time as a psychic. One day, a woman named Edith came for a session. She was so delighted she invited me to dinner at her home that Saturday.
She said, “You’ll see a sign that says The Aerie. Turn left, follow the long driveway—it ends at my house.”
It did. And to my amazement, that house was the amber-glass building I’d admired for years.
A Home Like No Other
Inside, a tree grew straight out of the stone floor. Its roots seemed both grounded and free. A spiral staircase led to a vast living room with a swing suspended from the ceiling and wide windows overlooking the Hudson.
The entire space felt alive—open, connected, sacred.
Conversations That Mattered
That dinner was unforgettable. I sat beside Dr. Andrija Puharich and across from Paul Steinberg—of the Saul and Paul duo who taught A Course in Miracles. The conversation was soul-deep: about meaning, intuition, consciousness.
Before I left, Dr. Puharich invited me to his Monday night physics class—free of charge. Paul later asked to speak to my students.
Every meal at Edith’s was like that: vibrant, heartfelt, wide-open. She held space for truth, curiosity, and connection.
A True Mentor
Later, Edith was invited to lead a parapsychology workshop for Yale alumni. She asked me to co-create it with her. Yale approved the workshop—but not my attendance.
“Go ahead without me,” I said. “It’s important. I don’t need to be there.”
She was more than a friend—she was a guide, a mentor. She had walked this metaphysical path long before I arrived. And she walked it with such integrity and grace that I felt, finally, like I belonged.
Questions for You
- Who has appeared in your life at just the right time?
- Have you ever built something from nothing—out of passion, necessity, or both?
- What space are you creating now—for yourself, or for others?
A Final Thought
The amber-glass building wasn’t just a house—it was a doorway. It opened me to a community, a way of thinking, a deeper purpose I hadn’t yet named. That moment in time taught me that even in uncertainty, life has a way of guiding us—through people, places, and small yeses that become big shifts.
So whether you’re in the midst of building something, searching for your next step, or simply listening for what calls to you next—trust that the right people and places often appear just when we need them most.
Keep saying yes to what lights you up.
May the light of love always surround you,
Nancy
