Rarely does life give us a peek at the 1-2-3 nature of the unfolding of a new stage of our existence; as mine is, apparently, providing me with now. Most often, life just oozes along with one setup leading undramatically into the next. I’m sure I wouldn’t have recognized the scene, either, if I hadn’t re-read a favorite book by Michael Newton, PhD, called Journey Of Souls, first published in 1995. Now, I must find his sequel, Destiny Of Souls and continue this comparison.
Solo world travel has been my identity for all of the past decade. I did have periods at home in Florida, and even some long-term responsibilities, while caretaking for my son; but the unfinished work of circling the globe almost never left the front burner. I was either writing about it or doing it.
I can’t call it over yet, obviously; but at least there has been a space of time, recently, when I haven’t merely considered myself simply home to repack suitcases. Now, I find myself deliberately postponing plans for another departure for about three years to allow myself time to morph into the Proper Age.
This is new! Previously, my philosophy has always been “to get out there while I still can!”
Okay, the book! How does that fit in? Michael Newton is a ground-breaking Past Life Regression Hypnotherapist and his subjects reveal the way it is on the Other Side, while preparing to enter a new body for a new life.
I just so happen to be preparing for my own past-life regression therapy next Tuesday, with a new Santa Fe friend, Jen Klarfeld, who has assigned some homework to get me into the proper mental framework. So, all thinking and reading is being done along those lines. Most people go into these therapies to identify aches and illnesses; to understand powerful human relationships affecting them; or to figure out why they entered this life in the first place. What is their overall purpose?
I have been fascinated with the careful planning, which all of us go through in the pre-life state; and the gentle anticipation that all souls have as they approach the inevitable moment of departure when they initiate that new and uncertain journey down here to Earth, a place of potential hardship, danger, adventure and joy. But, a place of exquisite advancement, as well.
Was it my pre-life agreement to circle the globe three times? I seem to have always had that plan in mind and now that the first two rings have been drawn… one in each direction….. you’d think I’d hurry to get the last one completed so that I could quit, for goodness sakes!
But no, it was always off in the future somewhere.
However, the arrival of 2015 has been my signal to initiate the early design process. Because, suddenly, I have the maps out again! I have a PLAN! And a THEME! Feels like pre-life planning, alright, and maybe that will be confirmed in next week’s regression.
I gain strength and optimistic hope from the fact that my body feels as young as ever. That leads to the natural conclusion that this good fortune will hold all the way to my 80th Birthday and well beyond. Which leads me to conclude that I could become a powerful voice countering the current thinking about Ageism, especially at a time when elderly minds and bodies are ravaged by somewhat unidentified robbers of mental acuity. Even bodies spared the intelligence vacuum are often left feeble and incapacitated in their latter decades.
What if I can win the lottery? After all, at 77 and counting, I’m still fully capable of non-stop, aggressive travel, planned and completely managed by my own self.
I do believe I shall take a chance and throw all my eggs into the big Hot Air Balloon Basket of “Around The World In 80 Years!” Let’s see what we can make of that!
So, visualizing this audacious idea from the far shore, is like putting together a new life on earth. I can take early steps to recruit key people to assist me. I can make the travel effort count by selling the plan to television reality show producers; by locating other Seventy and Eighty-year-old seniors, who refuse to fit the current, expected mold, to join me in showing the way.
I can beat the drum to enhance this ridiculously silly Audacious Octogenarianism idea and make people curious enough to want to watch and see how, (and if), we can pull it off.
I have a few years to fashion and mold this weird idea into something tangible. And then, just like Dr. Newton’s pre-life souls, I’ll fly into that strong little, keep-on-keepin’-on, body of mine and set out to be somewhere in Darkest Africa, humming “On the road again!”, to celebrate the Big 80th Birthday; before setting out to slog along some more, going all the way around the waistline of the world.
Tell me? Would you watch such a show? Week after week? To see where in the world is Waldo, now? Of course you would!
If you left click on each of the art photos, it will expand them so you can see what lies underneath ….there are many bits of Randy’s writing, which, mysteriously, has nothing to do with the painting, apparently.
But, that’s even better as it supplies a whole new dimension.
I didn’t blog about my visit last month with my family, The Kirkhams of Golden, (Denver), Colorado. I worked as hard as anyone else. While they went to jobs and school: Kevin, V.P. of Bank of America; my daughter, Jennifer, Customer Relations for an Aerospace firm; Riley, 16, a Junior in high school and Molly, 14, an eighth grader, I took the dog for two walks a day…more, if he could wangle me out of the chair as I attempted to upgrade my photography and computer skills.
Soda’s going to miss me, but he remembers from year to year, that I am the Walk Granny. That dog knows how to count….not only walks and the time of day in which they are due….but how many treats he gets for being so cooperative and humoring me by coming along.
I’d just arrived at Halloween, so Molly wore the authentic Spanish Dancer dress I had bought for her in Madrid.
Riley had a great time with Uncle Randy’s old megaphone found forgotten in a suitcase dragged down from the attic for me to use. It had sirens and police car sounds! What guy doesn’t go crazy with that? We had to beg him to stop.
Randy, who died in 2011, was an artist and last Friday night we burned some of his non-art…..the papers he mixed the paint on. Jennifer brought ALL of his work home with her and has framed his wonderful paintings….. with museum lights attached to the top of each frame . Maybe I’ll showcase them soon in a blog? They are really good! But, here were all the nothing-in-particular papers from his studio. So, we built a fire in the fireplace and had a Memorial to Randy night burning his art trash.
My daughter and family drove to Cedar City, Utah, for the holiday and dropped me off in New Mexico on the way. So, Thanksgiving Day found me settling into my new apartment in Santa Fe, after spending the month of November in Denver with them. We had just experienced five delightful weeks of our annual togetherness.
Now, in lieu of constant world travel, I’m renting in an apartment complex which is used in the summertime to house people who work for the Santa Fe Opera Company. During the winter, these one and two-bedroom units can be rented out on a month-to-month basis through March. I love the little town of Santa Fe and have always wanted to get to know it better, as I did Aspen, Colorado, a few years ago. I was here for two weeks in October when I found this apartment and started my explorations of this historic place. Now, I’m eager to continue my love affair with this sweet, most unusual city. It feels like being out on the world trail…..but, everyone speaks English here. This place does, and doesn’t, feel like most towns in the U.S.
Santa Fe is much more wonderful in a universal way. Most buildings are made of adobe. It’s very Native American, being within an easy drive to three Indian Reservations; and it’s also very Hispanic, being right above Mexico.
My hairdresser today said: “Santa Fe will either embrace you or spit you out!”
Wow! I’m hoping for the embrace!
Something is going on, culturally, all over town, every day and every night. I devour the newspaper’s calendar of events, noting everything that is a must-see/must-do but, so far, I haven’t done a thing! I worked so hard setting myself up in the apartment; making many walking trips to the nearby shopping center (Whole Foods & Trader Joe’s, loads of restaurants, beauty salons, banks, a dollar store, two pharmacies, and a great thrift shop) and I was always just too pooped to locate the bus stop and go into town. I even bought a thrift shop secretarial chair and a build-it-yourself desk to do my serious writing. Pushed the rolling chair home, but hired a taxi to bring the disassembled desk the few blocks. Now, I’m hoping to pass the Handyman Test. Soon, I’ll post a picture of the finished result.
The photos below will give you a look at the first blush of Home. Initially, you’ll see how it greeted me. All the necessaries in very good condition, except not very colorful. I just whisked some South American, Ecuadorian, touches out of my suitcase….a double hammock for the sofa and a great, red, tablecloth for the dining set. A few cute candles, a woven basket on the coffee table….. and, voila! Personality! Took ten minutes! Or less! I’m “At Home!”
Please come in……
Oh, the cast on my left hand (dog bite) is long gone by now. The hand is still swollen but is healing very well.
Come on over! The Weather’s gorgeous! Just bring your hammock!
I’m going to get lots of colorful candles too because we can’t build fires in the fireplace. But, we can fill it with lots of burning candles. I actually like that a lot better! A glass of wine by the candlelit fireplace on a snowy night! I told you this place was different! Like an alternate Universe.
(The After-Picture keeps jumping ahead of the Before-Picture. So Be It! Color trumps all!)