It was soon apparent that this additional time in Costa Rica was as much for me, as it was for my son, Timothy. His was a physical healing. For me, it was an emotional journey that gave way to much contemplation.
For so long, my life had revolved around my family and now that my children were growing up and needing me less, my position was changing. And with this change, came a realization that I needed to discover who *I* was, not in relation to them but as a separate individual.
Thank goodness, the simplicity of life in this small Costa Rican town set the ideal stage — allowing me the time to quiet my soul and begin my discovery. It was the beginning, for I don’t believe this is a quick process — more of a slow unfolding or unveiling of what lies beneath and what is to come.
Before leaving Costa Rica, I had embraced my feelings in regards to my health and was pleased to have a plan. It was empowering to know I had unearthed, and accepted, feelings of which I hadn’t previously known existed. Life was good!