I danced up the next dozen stairs, happy and elated to be on the journey home!
In a Reiki session, my mind was still going crazy with thoughts and “to do” lists.
As the fog started to clear, I saw an endless white staircase to the clouds. I stood on the third step, looking back, and crying and crying for those I left at the bottom, hands reaching for me and mine for them.
Then my gaze redirected. I danced up the next dozen stairs, happy and elated to be on the journey home!
In the movie, A Bug’s Life, there is a hilarious fat caterpillar. Spoiler alert for anyone who has missed it, at the end of the flick, he evolves.
I have this picture of myself like that. In the cocoon. Coming out. Tiny little angel wings on my back. “I am a beeeew-ti-ful angel.”
Severe intestinal pain brought me to surrender. On March 7, 2020, we drove to the Bellevue Urgent Care in Washington State. After multiple blood tests, prods, and a CT scan, the doctor bluntly diagnosed “a large mass around the intestine and two smaller ones in the liver… it looks like metastatic colon cancer.” And indeed, a week of hospital testing verified it, and further scans added one or two unrelated cancers in the uterus as “the cherry on top”.
Life ended. Life, as I knew it, ended. A glowing, painful, death defying, frustrating, challenging, and vibrantly glorious and spiritual new journey began.
Come with me on the adventure. Ride the roller coaster. We are all counting down to our last day! Embrace my mortality and your own, as we walk down the path of this incredible level of existence.
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