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#NaniboujouLadies2019 – Re-entry Into the Real World ….

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We were up.  Packed.  Ready-to-go … BUT NOT REALLY.

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Naniboujou

A lodge upon Superior’s shore

Was but a dream and nothing more

But here upon this gentle hill

The dream comes true a dream that still

Seems more like fantasy than real

Through all the radiant hours I feel

The golden air, the sapphire sea

Bring home eternal truth to me.

For Here the turmoil of the street

And all the stress of hurrying feet

On foolish errands never done

Are known no more from sun to sun 

So-what the world, with its fever heat

When here I find in this lone retreat

My soul once more and all to me

Than life has been, or can ever be.

This poem was found in the Great Falls, Montana library by a Naniboujou guest.      Author Unknown

Each of us had our personal way of saying ‘Goodby’ to Naniboujou.  Mine was walking on the beach.  Standing still.  Letting the waves come to me.  I knew way back when we made our reservation in the winter, June 9th was the anniversary of my little sister, Anna‘s drowning.  50 years ago.  11am.

As I walked Lake Superior’s shore one more time, this stone was sparkling white and called to me.

20190613_081746_HDRI held it to my heart.

And in the sun and the waves, I said my ‘Thank-you’s’. 

To Life, To Fambly, To Friends, To Experiences, To Lessons Learned and Wisdom Gained … To God.

It was time to go.

I headed back to pack the car.  Wow, are we good at packing!  Leslie and I rode together, with AnnMarie floating between Becky’s car and Pam.  I had told my Besties, I wasn’t leaving until a reservation was made for next year … and we all agreed, we needed to look forward to replenishing both body and spirit in this place called Naniboujou.

Reservations are made!!  We WILL BE the #NaniboujouLadies2020.  Yay!!

On our long drive home, we stopped at the Rustic Inn Cafe in Castle Danger, MN.  Our last time sharing a meal together … for a while.

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Me, Leslie, Pam, AnnMarie and Becky.

The sign ‘just happened’ to be there!!

We made it back to Brainerd, dropping AnnMarie off and sharing one more group hug.  Everyone made it home.  Safe and sound.

It was hard.

Re-adjusting.  Sometimes one is ready to go home.  Sometimes … not.  I wasn’t.  Which made me realize, I need more play-time in life!

Wise words from Evans Bowen helped – and good for all of us who return from a travel adventure, trip, pilgrimage – somewhere – away from the 4 walls of home.

“Be gentle with yourself, try to build a little buffer to your return.  You will have laundry and mail and the life you are used to, but you have changed.  You may feel very alone on your return.  That’s okay.  You’re not finished yet.”

The call of the pilgrimage (travel adventure) is actually a call to the home of our authentic self.  

Home is the true destination.  To return home transformed … with a new consciousness.  You have returned your new best self back to the world …”

Yes, we have changed!  Our new best selves are delving into the days and weeks ahead.  This shared experience was priceless.  I have a grateful heart.

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I often say to my clients … and reminded myself:  We can travel the world seeking and find … the longest distance is … between our head and our heart.

I have a grateful heart, indeed.

Thank you so much for following me/us on this adventure!

Do you have a favorite place to get away from it all?  I DO need more play-time!!

Until next time …

Blessings and Love,

Namaste

Debbie

 

 

A Reminder …

20180803_080715_0001Iona’s Beach on the Shore of Lake Superior

This summer, one of the places I was mesmerized with, was Iona’s Beach, on the Shores of Lake Superior.  This pink stone beach is known for the “tinking” sound you hear as the waves ebb and flow against the stones on the beach.  I’m familiar with sandy beaches, so walking here was very purposeful … with my sandals on!

I love the energy of Lake Superior.  The stones on this beach were soft rounded edges, smoothed by the consistent washing of the waves over thousands of years.  While strolling, I discovered a beautiful teal/gray stone in the midst of the pink.  It took my breath away.

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It was a gentle way for Mother Earth and Spirit/God to whisper,

“There is no one like you.”

We are not alone.

We are surrounded by many.

But in this whole wide world, there is only one YOU.

How wonderful is that?!

In the busy minutes of life … I remember that beautiful stone … I pause … and embrace the ebb and flow … allowing it to soften my edges … and breathe!

Blessings and Love,

Namaste

Debbie