Now

At this moment I’m on day seven living on a lovely New Zealand B he’s going down beach. We leave tomorrow.

This is our favorite stop in NZ’s far north. We do hope that now, with our empty nest and tapping into house/animal sitters, we will do more NZ exploring in than we have in our 14 years here.

This is the first trip with our widowed good friend since his wife died. We were a foursome for the past several years. She had a cancer recurrence and we were a support team. My cardiologist husband would attend her oncology visits. I would give her chemo injections monthly. As symptoms gradually ravished her we had lots of deep, soulful talks. End of life choice initiated by her, memories, desires, and so much more. Mainly our focus was having fun (camping, hanging out, dinners out …) when we could—channelling our inner youth with an edge of naughtiness and enjoying each other as much as possible.

I could write so much more about our love for them and the journey of walking beside them. But back to this beach. This day.

I miss her so much here. It is overwhelmingly bittersweet to watch the boys boogie board, walk the beach, and go full throttle with the bloke-ity bloke talk.

Little do they know that I’m spending much of my time enhancing my dance with divine consciousness—it’s always been a pathway for me but with health challenges and listening to Telepathy Tapes recently (you must) I’m on a gorgeous roll with synchronistic sparks flying. (more on that in my next piece)

Riding the divinity wave is my main self care and an important antidote, an eviction notice, for the current chaos (or health challenges, over-worry about umpteen grown up kids and family—whatever rents space in my head and heart) taking up too much headspace. Staying plugged into “the real” 💫 is a lifesaver for me.

How are YOU doing?

Do take care of youself.

Much love.

Becky