My Best Friend Visits ... Maybe ... Yes!

Seeing Byron Bay was on her bucket list. She flew there from Melbourne on Thursday. On Friday morning I saw a post on Facebook declaring that she was about to walk to the lighthouse. Friday is my busiest day, but I found a minute to text her: 'The lighthouse is a bloody long walk. Get vehicular access.' She replied that she had now realised that, and had hired a car for the day.

At dinner time I got another message, to say that she had got lost on her way back to where she was staying, and been badly scared on dark, unfamiliar country roads. She eventually found her way back, but the stress had brought on her fibromyalgia and she wasn't going to be going anywhere tomorrow (i.e. today, Saturday). I was supposed to go get her and take her to The Crystal Castle, which is beautiful. She was to spend the weekend with me, then go back to Byron, meet up with other friends and see more sights. 

Last I heard, she was seriously contemplating going home instead. She says she will have to assess herself day by day. 

'BB sucks,' she texted. I agreed that it does. Once it was delightful; now it has traffic jams. I stay away from it as much as possible. I guess it would still be good if you wanted a surfing holiday. But we are having a cold, wet winter. Surely not even the tourists would be swimming at present.

I have suggested that I fetch her for a quiet day with me instead, and we see the Castle on Sunday if at all. I hope she managed a good night's rest. I await her phone call.

Later:

She has shakes and aches today, so texted an apology and will have a quiet time sitting on the beach or browsing in bookshops, not talking to anyone. 

Perhaps this is the holiday she really needs, rather than sight-seeing.and socialising. (I know how busy she is in Melbourne, with many responsibilities.)

As for me, I've seen both her and the Castle quite recently, so I can be philosophical. I've had a lovely, lazy morning instead, which I probably needed too, enjoying poetry and coffee. Soon I am off to see local friends in their art studio in town (The Sauce Studio) and pick up my new Tupperware which they took delivery of for me.

We shall see what tomorrow brings.

Later still:

She's feeling much better, and tomorrow will bring a visit from her to my place for the day. We'll have a good catch up, talk Tarot and Reiki, and generally have a great time. She has found another friend to go to Crystal Castle with on Wednesday.  It's all perfect.  *Smile*.

Breakthrough!

I have to take it all back about the Prodigal Son. Well, it's true that he did have some s**t from the past to release, and it's true that there were times in the past five weeks that either or both of us was almost ready to call it quits. But we didn't, and finally we got through all the upset and had our breakthrough. I got to see that the confronting questions were not meant as attacks, but as a contribution to me. He was trying to shift some of my thinking which he believed didn't serve me – and he did have some excellent insights for me.

So I sincerely thank all the good friends who have been sending me love, light, prayers and healing! It worked. (Which is not to discount our own perseverance with each other.)

Today we took him for a last visit to Byron Bay, which he thinks is the essence of Australia – a wild, wet, stormy Byron Bay today – and then put him on a plane to Sydney, where he'll be partying with friends by now. It's fine and hot there, we hear. We ourselves are preparing to watch the fireworks over Sydney Harbour on TV. He'll be there in the crowd somewhere. At the end of the month he flies out to Los Angeles.

This time with him was make or break for our relationship. He doesn't feel at home in Australia and says he won't be coming back. So unless I can go to visit him somewhere in the world some day, I might never see him again. I'm so thankful we finally arrived at new understanding before he flew away.