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A Piece of the Karmic Journey
- Catherine Bott
- Oct 16
- 4 min read
Every Memorial Day for the last fifteen years or so, my bestie, Jan, flies in from Florida and we sequester ourselves amid my domestic mental to-do list. Husband goes to visit out of town kiddos and grand kiddos, the fridge and wine rack bulge with every gourmet ingredient necessary for in-house meal prep and palette pairings. From the moment Jan alights from the plane to her “drop off” second, there is no time, electronic devices or outside influences that may interfere with our mutually needy frequency forces.
Heavenly.
This year was a little different in that I was amid a couple of renovation projects and for some reason we ended up cleaning/organizing my entire kitchen cabinets. We are converting a first-floor office into a first-floor bedroom. We faced forty years of collected stuff, layered in the closets like a climate geological rendering of Earth’s history. I opened one of the doors explaining to Jan what the plan was for the room. We eyed each other and without a spoken word began to remove the vases, glassware and other ceramic hosts from the kitchen. That meant we needed to create space in the kitchen and, well. . . game on. Our entire day was spent cleaning out what we didn’t need any longer, between the office and kitchen. Another friend owns a lovely resale shop in town. I dangled dinner with us as a hook to get everything out from under my roof that needed a new home that day. By seven o’clock that evening Diane had seven boxes of goodies and was filled with a tasty gourmet meal and fun conversation.
Heavenly.
Jan and I played in the garden planting her color scheme of pink and lime green everywhere. Cooked healthy meals, painted outdoor baubles and spent hours filming my “Walking with Catherine” vlog series, not to mention draining the Pinot Grigio river on site.
Heavenly.
Three months later I found myself on a Delta flight heading south; Ron, Jan’s husband of thirty-eight years, suddenly made his transition. For seven long days Jan and I sequestered ourselves with the task of completing the widow checklist: Funeral home, restaurant venues, black dress shopping, social security office, blah, blah. Our location had changed, but the mission was somewhat the same.
Ron's beautiful clothes need a new home. Ron’s toiletries need a new home. Ron’s phone needs to be disconnected and sold. Ron’s coin collection needs to be sold. Jan was out of mascara. The plants/garden needed attention. Bathtub drain plugged up. The fridge was empty. As I embarked on every project (our checklist was enormous) I couldn’t help but see that all those years Jan came to Michigan to help me was setting the stage for me to return the favor. My writing of “Sacred Grief”, as well as a three-year experience with widowhood myself, was key in helping my bestie prepare for the onslaught of grief that is to come that sadly not even I can help her through.
I’m writing this on day 6 after Ron’s passing, sitting out on Jan’s beautiful lanai overlooking a richly stocked marsh. Jan’s inside looking at all the warm messages from family and friends. Feeling loved, cherished and honored. Ron, the love of her life is here no longer, and the pain is excruciating.
How blessed am I that I am able in all ways to satisfy Jan’s Karmic Bank with me. She won’t stop thanking me . . . “I could never do this without you here!”. This is MY pleasure”, I tell her. It feels like just another Memorial Day adventure. Eat, clean up the garden, and sort cupboards. Laugh, recall days past, admire the pod of dragonflies that linger in some sacred geometrical formation on the screen of the lanai, channeling in God’s love.
Heavenly.
AFFIRMATION: God’s plan for me is to always carry light filled solutions
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Catherine Wilcox is a Conscious Change Coach, Mentor, emotional intuitive and Writer. If you like what you read here, then you may enjoy one of her Published Books:
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