From the blackness of grief to a rainbow of colours
I will not be recommending that you need to sit on a special mat on the floor, or have to cross your legs in an un-natural way, or send yourself into a trance or need to repeat “Ommmm” over and over again. That’s for serious meditation people who wear flowing clothes and probably eat raw food. 😀
My life was all laid out for me. I was married to my soul-mate and looked forward to the ‘golden years’ ahead. A relaxing retirement together which stretched into the future and promised lots of travel and fun times. I knew who I was….and I liked that person. Then instantly all this was snatched away from me, leaving me asking “Who am I?”
My serious blogging began on the day my husband died. Sounds weird but it was actually the cataclysmic event which gave me reason….although at the time it was a survival mechanism. If you’re confused as to how one could go from grieving widow to being a blogger….read on. 🙂
Such a personal decision! There is no way I would tell somebody else what they should do, but I thought I’d share my own feelings……because despite being adamant that I would never do this (it’s better to remember them as they were etc etc), I changed my mind. I thought I’d tell you why.
I stood in the middle of a vast expanse of nothingness, with a midday sun blazing down and dust eddying lazily around my feet. The blindingly blue sky stretched from horizon to horizon. I felt small and insignificant….and very, very sad, because this is where my husband died.
Do you want …or need… to travel solo, but you’re not quite ready to go it alone? After my husband Norbert died I was in that situation, and I have a suggestion that worked for me. Take along a personal trainer! 😃 No….not the kind that makes you do exercises in the hotel room, but the kind that shows you what to do, talks about how to manage alone, gives you confidence and encourages you.