The Bench

Early in 2012, my friend Cindy and I sat on a bench on the banks of the Crocodile River in South Africa and I dissolved into tears. I was experiencing the indescribable joy of my life starting over. It was the beginning of life after Lyme disease, it was the beginning of life without old emotional baggage, and it was better than I could have imagined possible. A book was born of from it called, Chronic Illness as an Access to Quantum Healing.

The Bench

It is now 2019, and a couple of months ago our family was back in South Africa, and specifically, in the same area of the Crocodile River. Dennis and I had gone for an early morning drive, hopping out the car to take photos of the elephants and various buck as they wandered down to the river. I hadn’t been to this particular spot with him before.

We drove around enjoying the scenery, the birds, the animals, and the experience of being surrounded by natural sounds. And then I saw the bench. I wanted to him to see that exact spot. I sat there. I remembered the last time I had been there. It felt surreal. And there was nothing to say.

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