I’m sitting on a small balcony in the middle of beautiful Granada, Spain, looking out over the rooftops, listening to the hum of laughter and conversation rising from the streets below. The air is filled with life, the rhythm of footsteps, the scent of coffee and orange blossoms, and the distant strum of a Spanish guitar. It’s a world so different from my hometown in Massachusetts, and sometimes I still ask myself, How did I get here?
This is my fifth visit to Spain. When I add up the months, I’ve now spent over a year of my life here. That still amazes me, especially since there was a time when I rarely drove more than ten miles from home by myself. Yet here I am, over 3,600 miles away, feeling at home in a foreign land.
After the passing of my husband, Mike, I could never have imagined this chapter of my life. We were married for 45 years, and losing him felt like losing part of myself. Although time has passed, it still feels like yesterday. But somewhere along this path of grief, I found something new; not a replacement, but a rebirth. Through heart coaching, Reiki, and energy healing, I began to rediscover who I am. Each step, each class I’ve taught, and each person I’ve helped has reminded me that love never ends, it simply changes form.
Ironically, before Mike passed, he told me I would be okay and that I would be traveling. I smile now, thinking of how right he was. Every time I return to Granada, the universe brings new people, new lessons, and new ways to open my heart. This city has become a sacred space for me, a place of deep reflection, spiritual growth, and connection with the divine.
Of course, it’s not all perfect. My Spanish still makes the locals chuckle from time to time. Masculine and feminine nouns, conjugations, words that look familiar but mean something completely different. It’s a comedy of errors! Let’s just say I’ve learned that “exito” means success, not exit, and “hambre” (hunger) and “hombre” (man) are not interchangeable. Trust me, ordering lunch can be an adventure all by itself.
Each visit reminds me that we are all students in life: learning, healing, growing, and finding meaning in unexpected places. My journey has taught me that even in the deepest sorrow, there is divine purpose. I now understand that Mike’s early departure opened the door for me to help others heal, to walk beside those seeking light after loss, connection after isolation, and purpose after pain.
If you are on your own journey, whether through grief, transition, or simply the search for something more, know that you are not alone. Seek a heart coach, find a circle of like-minded souls, or explore the healing power within yourself. The heart always knows the way home.
And who knows, perhaps our paths will cross. Maybe in a quiet Reiki session, a heart-centered gathering, or even on a sunlit street in magical Granada.
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All my love,
