To say I haven’t felt inspired to write lately would be an understatement…

That doesn’t mean that there hasn’t been plenty to write about. In fact, too much. Too many things. Too many events. Too many experiences to contemplate writing. It was a crazy, awakening, enlightening summer.  With some wonderful new events and people who have come into my life and awakened my spirit and soul.  Of course there’s been the undercurrent of drama so this fall/winter I have decided to take a break from my life. From America.  And thus, I am embarking on a journey for my soul and, for your entertainment, thus begins my traveling tales.

I had my second massive medical scare of the year (a scary sentence in and of itself) a few weeks ago and over the weekend between targeted scans of my lungs and a body scan to see if cancer had spread I decided to bide my time and look into one way tickets around the world. I did this during chemo to again bide my time but this time I decided whole heartedly that no matter what the outcome of the tests I would take the plunge so to speak. Luckily everything seems to be fine – with a highlighted question mark that I will deal with – but I bought the ticket and am in Auckland on day two.

So herein starts my travel journal for the next month or two…..I haven’t decided if this is a good decision as I am super homesick at the moment but I am trying to see the beauty in life again and live in the moment even though my very recent past shockingly just blew a hole in my heart a bit….

I have always said that people come into your life for a rhyme, a reason or a season.  I have questioned this lately but yesterday it was shown to me in a variety of ways as every single person I met served a good purpose – the boat captain who came from a town called Russell that I plan to visit this week and desperately needed guidance. Done. The sweet four 19 year old Germans who showed me how beautiful it is to be open eyed to the world and have life just beginning. And the lovely man who gave me directions to the top of a mountain and then coincidentally sat next to me at dinner who was from Portugal….my last stop on my seemingly at this moment long journey.

It’s all part of the story….and I am here to learn how I want to live it while I can still choose to do so.