🌿 Peace in My Pocket: The Road Between Chapters

Dreama Lynn Young
Jun 20
4 min read

When Spirit calls you forward before you feel ready — trust that peace will follow.

From cabin walls to highway lines, this is the story of how I ended up saying yes to the next right thing… just 13 days after moving in.

Earlier this year, my tarot channel was called The Traveling Blossom Tarot — which felt right at the time. I’ve spent the last several years wandering, healing, and blooming wherever Spirit planted me. But after a while, I started to feel my roots stretching out. So I changed the name to Tarot with DreamaLynn, thinking, “Okay, I’m grounding now. Rooted. Settling.”

The funny part?

The “traveling” didn’t stop. 😂

Turns out, you can change your name… but you can’t change your soul. And my soul urge number is 5, which means I’ll probably always be moving — whether it’s across the map, through another spiritual threshold, or between chapters of this wild story I call my life.

When I left the cabin in Homer earlier this week, the rain was soft — like a farewell whisper instead of a storm. I had packed the van with what I could carry, loaded up Master, and pointed north toward Palmer. I wasn’t just going to look at an apartment. I already knew I was going to take it.

There was a calm in my bones I haven’t felt in a while. A knowing. A quiet “yes.” And I kept saying to myself, “It’s time.”

What’s wild is that I had just moved into the cabin 13 days prior. I wasn’t planning on leaving so soon. I thought I’d be there for a good while — rebuilding, resting, regrounding. But then came a phone call I wasn’t expecting.

Eight months ago, I had applied for an apartment in Palmer — just on a whim. Something in me whispered just in case. I never really expected to hear back. And in April, when I checked in, Belinda told me there were five people ahead of me.

(I know — the 5s keep coming. 😂)

So when she called me just a few days ago and said a unit had opened up… I was stunned. The timing felt too precise to ignore. Too aligned.

The purpose of the trip was twofold:

Drop off a load of belongings at my sister Teresa’s house in Palmer.
View the apartment with Belinda at noon on Wednesday.

But it was so much more than that.

As I pulled out of the driveway at the cabin, I glanced at the trip meter. It read 555.78 miles. Not a mile more, not a mile less. Just 555. I smiled. I’d already seen that number several times the day before, and now it was showing up again — loud and clear. Transformation. Freedom. Movement. Again, my soul urge number is 5, so these moments don’t feel like coincidence. They feel like confirmation.

Not long after, I stopped for breakfast. My total? $5.55. Spirit was being playful. Present. Reassuring.

Music filled the van as we drove — not the kind you dance to, but the kind that lifts you when you’re walking through a door you can’t see yet. 10th Avenue North, TobyMac, songs that carry faith in their bones.

We made a stop in Soldotna, which is more than just a place on the map for me. It’s where my dad last lived. I’ve been coming there since I was 13. Some of my family still lives there, but I didn’t try to find anyone. I just sat in the McDonald’s parking lot, looked around at how much it had grown, and took a moment to honor what this place means.

And then — right then — the clock flipped to 11:11.

You just can’t make this stuff up.

I shared my fries with Master, of course. Though “shared” might be too generous a word — I put a couple on the seat in front of him, and he looked at me like, “Excuse you?” So I hand-fed him, one fry at a time. He’s spoiled. But he’s mine. And we’re a team.

We arrived in Palmer that evening and stayed with my sister.

The next day, Wednesday, June 18th, I met Belinda at noon to view the apartment. It was simple. Clean. Warm. And it felt right. I said yes.

Here’s the kicker though — the unit number?

Building B, Apartment #5.

Another five.

And my expected move-in date? July 7th.

More sevens.

The fives and sevens just keep coming — and I’ve stopped questioning it. I just smile.

Today is Friday, June 21st, and I’ve decided to stay in Palmer through the weekend for a Summer Solstice BBQ at the farm. The cabin is waiting, and I’ll return next week to gather the rest of my things. But for now, I’ve got peace in my pocket.