After 8 months off I have started a new job – hence the rather large gap since my last post, I’ve needed some time to adjust to a new life rhythm.
I am delighted with the job I have manifested for myself, I have an awesome new boss who is into health and wellbeing and I have bought myself a bicycle and totally love riding to work along the river each morning. Sitting at a desk nine to five is not part of my soul mission, (it’s no one’s right?) but for now it works and I am happy.
Coming back to my blog is a great chance to reflect on the last 8 months. I am a changed person.
I began my career break with a ten day silent mediation retreat (you can read about that here) and looking back I think it really helped to connect me with my spiritual side. I began to appreciate the power of meditation on a whole new level, and I gained a new understanding about the importance of plugging into Source. I started to see that I could trust the Universe.
Then I went to Bali for a couple of months, which is one of the greatest gifts I have ever given myself. My time was my own, it was warm, I met wonderful people, I ate healthy food and did yoga every day. I read books, and wrote for my blog. I met young Putu and saw the potential of his wonderful, sustainable, bamboo straws.
Next I went to New Zealand and reconnected with my family and friends. I spent quality time with my Mum, and got to hang with the little people in my life, my gorgeous niece and nephew. I got to spend some time with my friend Kim, who inspired the socks off me with her lifestyle, her business and the launch of her Smoothie Club. She makes things happen. I love being around people like that.
Then I returned to Australia and fell into the arms of my boyfriend, spending time walking on the beach and talking about dreams for the future. Then a big black cloud turned up. He was diagnosed with cancer and started on chemo. Life was turned upside down, as my formerly healthy man was pumped full of toxic chemicals that made him so ill he couldn’t lift a glass of water to take a drink. I became a carer, and my life narrowed right down. Right down.
Our lives revolved around his chemo schedule. For ten days after each treatment he was out of action. It was intense. I hate hospitals, but I had to get over that pretty darn quick.
I read books about cancer and my appreciation for the amazing human body expanded greatly. I was secretly delighted when my ‘Smashing Cancer-schmancer out of the park’ plan was put into action, endorsed by those in the know (naturopaths and holistic healers, the medicos did not have a clue).
I was so grateful that I could share my knowledge about health and nutrition and integrate this into his healing program. I made sure there were orange juice ice blocks in the freezer for him to suck on when he wasn’t able to stomach eating food. I got him into oil pulling to alleviate the nasty toxic mouth that followed each chemo round, and peppermint essential oil on the tongue to help with the nausea. When he could handle it I made him green juices to provide his body with a much needed nutrient boost.
Amongst my tears and fears there were moments of clarity and joy. Our relationship strengthened, I discovered just how strong I was, I learned that I had the ability to focus on the positives in the thick of the negatives. I learned how much love I had to give. And I was reminded about the things that are really important in life – health, having a financial buffer, family and friends.
It’s funny how the universe works. It seems a weird thing to say, but the timing was perfect, I had no job which meant I was able to be there 24/7 for my boyfriend. Another incredible coincidence occurred at the hospital…. we were sitting in the waiting room at the start of his first treatment, both feeling scared, nervous and overwhelmed. The nurse walked through the door and I nearly fell out of my seat – she was a good friend of mine – I almost passed out with relief – a familiar face amongst the cold harshness of the Oncology ward – I gave her the biggest hug in the world.
Ecstatically, my boyfriend’s body has managed to deal with the cancer, now we are focused on repairing the damage caused by the chemo. We are out the other side and it feels amazing.
Looking back I know I have grown so much as a person these last eight months, and I wanted to share some of my biggest learnings with you:
Trust the universe – I really get now that things happen for a reason, the universe knows what it’s doing, even if it doesn’t seem like it at the time. Don’t fight life. Accept. Love. Be grateful. Always.
Nurture your body – after about 40 years of mistreatment the body starts to rebel. Health is everything, and if you aren’t making it a priority you will end up paying the price. Eat clean. Exercise. Give a damn about your health people – please!!!
Time for you – Taking time out for me was so uplifting and nurturing, I found new inspiration, and had time to do some real thinking about who I am and what I want to create in my life. This is powerful. This is essential.
So there you have it, my wrap up on the last 8 months. Some big stuff. These words glaze over it all, but that’s ok, there’s no need to relive it.
It’s nice to be back. I hope you’ve enjoyed the read xx