People often ask me, “Where would you like to live?” My trite reply is always HERE! In essence, this is my belief: Do not reflect on being somewhere else, or as Oscar Wilde similarly said, don’t try to be someone else; that’s already taken!

That said, I have just lived through an experience that has left me at odds with my standard reply and yet confirms it. During my last business trip, I was confronted by a cultural shift in Aguascalientes (AGS), which propelled me back to the simple times of being an immigrant in New Zealand in the 50s.

Life was uncomplicated. People stopped to chat with each other without having to rush off to the next thing. There were little shops tended by the owners to offer you your daily needs. Because it was neighborly, you could run up a tab and pay at the end of the week. If you stepped out of line, everyone knew before you came home, etc.

Inexplicably, this retro experience unleashed a week of disturbed sleeping, where flashbacks of my life raced across my dreamtime screen. From someone who is not prone to recalling dreams, I went into a full-out binge-watch of my life’s twists and turns, and that was very unsettling. Why, why now, and to what end?

This was very disturbing. There was a feeling of reviewing and not being able to ignore the setbacks I have chosen to move on from. But why would this happen in a place that offered the calm and humanity I seek, and being a guest with delightful people.

One of my “faults” according to the critics that pass by in life, is that I am an idealist and too romantic (can there be such a thing, I ask). It would seem that the simplicity of the AGS life let my dream-like nature regress and experience the journey that has been trying to teach me that life is not so. Also, it became hard drivingly clear that my time left will not let me relive and do over things I still yearn for but need to be happy where I am (which was my opening stance).

It is also interesting that a certain split existence existed for a while after the visit, where my gratitude came back and asserted itself over the dark perceived losses of the past, and in that optimism I am crawling back to the joy of having the opportunity of helping people use Honey for Healing® and maybe heal some personal ghosts as they connect with my mission to live with love in our heart.