Six months ago, I posted. I am a different man today. Here’s why:
During this time, stuff happened. Both in the world and of the world. I got caught in it, swept up by it, buffeted around, chewed up, spit out – more than once. I also felt myself step outside the world over and over – more and more. I’m learning to go back and forth. The loosening, releasing, and learning has been off the charts for me, including…
My mother died. She fought hard not to die like my dad – in ICU – or like her sister – in the ER. Like both, she was killed by modern medicine. She died alone, in a bed, in a facility. The thing she most wanted from her death was to bring her family together. It tore her family further apart. My role was to be her advocate. It was hard. I failed.
Another relationship came and went. Came with a bang – went with a bang. An amazing connection ended in a sea of triggering.
I moved. From Arizona to New Mexico, twice in New Mexico, and now to California. Each time, my possessions lightened. The last move everything fit in my pickup truck. Now I see there’s still way too much stuff.
I received the gift of my healing practice. Loads of new knowledge for sure, but something greater – a feeling that I am ready now to do this work – and an invitation to take up the work daily.
I connected with Jesus. I’ve always felt a connection – a reverence. Now it feels like a brotherhood – a oneness.
I got a job. Serving elderly – helping them remain independent. Just starting in a few days. We’ll see how it plays.
I reunited with my oldest daughter. She hung with me through my mother’s ordeal – or we hung with each other. Later, I ended up living with her family for a month while I found a place to live in San Diego. We’ve always had this connection – it’s just wonderful to live with it daily – and wonderful to be with her husband, their pooch, and their baby.
Through all this, I feel greatly blessed – greatly guided – greatly protected. Greatly loved.