Well, we are home once again and gratefully so. Much has happened since my last blog and I’m not sure where to begin because the last two days of travel were a bit of a blur. So let me begin at the Casa. The last three days in Abadiania were rich with goodbyes. Jeff and I each had a final operation – locations unknown – and we slept for 24 hours which took us to Friday morning. We packed Friday morning and then spent the afternoon waiting in line to see John of God for a final goodbye. People at the Casa call it the “bye bye line” – and of course it was the last line to be called so the wait was long. Again, a brief moment in front of this man of healing is always touching. We took him a dozen white roses and a few little items to be blessed, including a little carved piece of arbutus from Willow. He picked up her carving, looked at it carefully and asked what it was. Frenk was with us and tried to explain that it was a carving from his daughter. I’m not sure if “beings of light” know what arbutus is or what carvings are or who Willow is, but it was a very special moment for Jeff.
On Saturday at noon, Frenk arrived to have lunch with us and carry our bags to the taxi. We said our goodbyes to him and tried to express our gratitude for his expert guidance at the Casa and in the realms of awareness. Every once in awhile we are lucky enough to have someone come into our lives and nudge us in the right direction. So, thanks Frank for the nudge!
On Saturday 1pm Brazilian time we started our journey home by taking a taxi to Brasilia, a 1 1/2 hour drive from Abadiania. We slept five hours at the hotel and then took a taxi at 2am to the airport. We arrived in Sao Paolo at 7am and our next flight left at 9:20am. We arrived in Mexico City at 4pm. So that was the first two legs of the journey and 3 time zones. We set the alarms for 3am Mexico time and checked into our flight at 4am – the flight left at 7am and we arrived in Vancouver at 11am (5pm Brazil time), 6 time zones away. Our friend Salan picked us up at international arrivals and we spent five hours talking and talking and talking (and having some lunch in the sweet spaces in between). Our flight to Powell River landed at 5:15 and we were home at 5:30pm. According to my calculations, our journey was 58 hours door to door, and you can imagine how we are feeling today. A little groggy but so grateful to be home.
Our journey to Brazil is over but our healing journey is not. We both have a lot to digest and I would like to write all of you a little later when we have had time to reflect on what has happened and also to let you know how Jeff is doing. We are both very grateful for all the love that has been coming our way and the support at home – to Chloe who took care of our house and Yvon who took care of our boat. We feel connected to each one of you and we send you wishes for your health, your happiness and your freedom from suffering.
With love from Powell River,