Manifesting a dream...

There was more than a little magic involved in the building of Zen Lot. It took about three years to manifest this location - nearly six years to manifest the vision (through the experience, trials, and tribulations of Jennifer' first business, Integrative Healing). The beginnings of Zen Lot were organic. Just as Jennifer found out she was loosing her space at 497 Walnut Street, the prior home of Integrative Healing, the slightly larger location she had been eyeballing for three years fell in her lap - literally at the same time.

It could not have been planned better had she tried.

In some ways timing was perfect, and in other ways it was a leap of faith to say the least. Fueled on inspiration, serendipity, and lots of elbow grease she took the plunge.

Beloved graphic designer, Julia Allen of Folia Design, gifted us the new name to fit our new location. 

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If you build it....

As all of these pieces fell into place construction began. And, Jennifer (again...unplanned at the onset) ended up building most of the physical structure within the new location herself -- At least, in the beginning. Talked into the idea of doing the work themselves by her father & family friend Frank Underhill, the trio embarked on the journey. For specialized expertise she hired local Altamura Construction to help with the tricky pieces no one else could wrap their head around. Lots of other support came in waves from friends who popped in for bits here. Some to work and some to cheer on and bring food, walk Beedi, or just give hugs. The steady steam of love & support from her parents, and others like her Uncle John, friends Erin, Angela, Jessica, Jen, Mike, Marla....and many others, helped  bring Zen Lot into fruition. In so much gratitude...Om, om, om.

Not to be remiss, the encouragement & guidance from her loving and supportive father, Fred Heminger deserves special mention. Long ago, he encouraged a six-year-old Jennifer to build her Barbi a house. Not just one house, many houses. At one point, she took over half the garage with what turned into "Barbi-empire," as he started to call it. She loved to build and he always encouraged her, always giving her the tools she needed to pull of that new little cardboard door, toothpick window or scrap-wood-staircase. Al these years later, the materials may have changed, but the encouragement and support is the same.