My Time in Spiritual Rehab

A series of unfortunate events, or so I thought at the time, led me to move to Wilmington, North Carolina.  Against my lawyer's advice, since my divorce had not been settled yet, and some well-meaning friends who expressed concern about my new locale, I packed my bags and headed north with my daughter who was transferring to the local university to complete her degree.

I had no job, no funds, no friends or family to support me in this life changing move.  But what I did have was an inexplicable knowing that everything would eventually turn out alright.

Like the stray cat I’m currently fostering for the next few weeks (that's him in the pic), this quirky little beach town took me in, nurtured me, and gave me the opportunity to focus on healing before I started the next chapter of my life.  At the time, I had no idea where or how my new life would begin or where it would lead me.

Following my intuition, I jumped on my computer one night and clicked on the local Unity Church’s website and saw that they were offering a year-long program on spiritual rediscovery called the Quest, based on the book by Richard and Mary-Alice Jafolla.  Intrigued by the description, which struck a chord in me, I immediately signed up for the year-long program.  Yes, a whole year, every Sunday evening for 52 weeks, with strangers!  For an introvert like me, this was huge.

Now mind you, I have always considered myself to be spiritual but I would never call myself religious.  I had never attended a Unity church in my life or any other church for that matter, but a part of me knew something was missing.  There was a void inside of me that couldn’t be filled by the physical, mental, and emotional world and lucky for me, I was cognizant enough to follow my intuitive lead.  

In January 2015, I started the Quest.  A year later, I came away from that program with a new career, a clear purpose, and new found friendships with the most loving, kind, and exceptional people I have ever met.  They supported and encouraged me to fulfill my dream of becoming a life coach, educator, and trainer.

In our deepest pain we tend to find our higher purpose. Looking back, I now see how my move to Wilmington was an important stepping stone to the life I have now. 

In a few weeks, I’ll be gathering up my things and moving on to a new state on the other side of the country to continue my ever evolving journey.  I like to tell people that my time here in Wilmington was spent in a self-imposed spiritual rehab and I continuously practice all the principles I’ve learned during my stay.

I implemented a daily practice that I continue to this day.  I learned that how you start your day is how you live your life.  My practice consists of writing gratitude and appreciation statements, setting a daily intention of how I want day my day to unfold.  I also write a short list of wildly improbable goals to get me to think outside of what I think is possible and finish off by writing a short script of my ideal day.  It only takes about 20 minutes.  By the time I finish my morning coffee, I have nourished my soul. 

If you feel that something is missing in your life, but you can’t quite put your finger on it, I highly encourage you to find a spiritual practice that works for you, whether it’s meditating a few minutes every day, going to church or even a quiet walk in the woods. 

Whatever it is, make sure it nurtures your soul and brings out the best in you. A daily spiritual practice is the heart of creating a phenomenal life for yourself.