This trip to the Solomon Islands has been as cathartic as it has been different, hard work, exhausting, gratifying & hot. It has given me opportunities to take time out in what have been very busy days & to appreciate & celebrate the many lessons I learnt from & through Doris. And also to appreciate that I have a future. In many ways it has kept me so busy, that I haven't had time to think, which is probably a good thing. I figure I've done enough processing already.
Thank you to those people who have let me know that they have been thinking of me. I do appreciate it.
My work colleagues agree that we really do live in the lucky country. The other day we looked out the window to see a king parrot & his mate just sitting there, leisurely picking away at the berries on the bush. They stayed for about 20 minutes. Just magic.
It seems that I have "turned the corner". I came back from the Solomons feeling much stronger & feeling like I might finally have a little control over my destiny. Not that we ever really have any control if we listen to all that the spiritual realm has to offer, but still ... Next step, hang out & continue the waiting game until Julie gets here. Just hope the embassy gets onto the application soon. Starting to idly wonder what it is that is so important that I have yet to do, that I had to lose Doris to make it happen. In some ways, Julie is the easy part - she has to be there with me to help me to put it together, whatever "it" is.
Here's a nice piece of symbolism. Holly gave me a "Remembrance" rose about a month ago for services rendered. The first thing that happened to it was that one of the 3 buds fell off. Before I left, I put it in my bedroom & watered it, fully expecting it to die while I was away. When I returned from Honiara, it was loaded with new growth.
My thanks to Bev, my counsellor, who has the wonderful ability to point out, in very clear terms, where I was not so long ago & how far I have come since then. I still talk to her once a month, so that I can remain on track. It seems that the next few months are for me to be able to return to the point of enjoying my own space, which often is the last place I want to be.
I now have a regular spot at the Inservice Conferences of the ACT Ambulance Service, which enable me to tell my story, these days without quite so much of the emotion coming up & with the benefit of a great deal of hindsight. It's a story that I have told so often that these days I don't use any notes. My part in the proceedings is to relate the story from my own viewpoint, which always then leads into some of the more personal aspects of what Holly & Erica have to say about the processes involved in organ donation & often generates some very good questions that may not have been asked otherwise.
I get the distinct impression I have been doing a lot of background processing at a subconscious level over the last 2 weeks. I seem to be doing a lot of thinking, but not actually thinking of much & my tummy is continually mildly upset. So many different experiences & stages of this process that you seem to have to go through to get to the end, whatever that is.
And this from Julie to finish the month:
To My Undead
To my undead