Let your gut be your guide has been my mantra for sometime now and in hindsight I wished I listened to the pangs from within.
Trouble is a nomad finds it hard to resist an adventure. We are like crack addicts who crave the joy of boarding a plane to revel in our wanderlust.
But if you'd have told me my journey would lead me to see a dead man hanging from a rope. I would have truly told you that you must be effing joking!
I should have known, all the signs, could not find a dog sitter, the plane was delayed, I was refused to board, then changed to a new flight, then refused, then put up in a hotel. My nomad senses told me something was wrong, but it couldn't be I thought. This was the chance of lifetime, a chance to visit paradise to help a new friend discover the self development.
The law of attraction would not do that to me. Present me this wonderful opportunity and then pull it back from me, would it?
But it did....and so I finally made it greeted by a friendly but steely eyed man. The flight was great in the end, I clasped my iphone in one hand peering across the plane. Looking at the people and the perfectly preened air hostesses.
I watched a few movies, I ate, I drank wine, I imagined the blue sea. But first I noticed his blue eyes, they scared me a little, but not enough. And so I was greeted and driven to my new home for a month.
The room was wonderful an en-suite with two sinks and a huge shower....day one....we sat...we chatted...he was happy to have feminine company...very polite...he said 'we' must go shopping.
I explained that we must start the coaching and asked him what he hoped to get out of learning about the law of attraction?
He said: He wanted to see the world through my eyes! I was taken aback, what a statement.....and what a task I had in hand.
I slept, he watched TV, I could here in the distance....from my lovely room....my gut wrenched...I sensed something, not danger. But my gut kept on aching.
The next morning I woke early, he was still asleep, my host who had invited me to a beautiful island to coach him.
I said, first I want to teach you about #gratitude. His blue eyes looked through me blankly. I stared outside through the open patio doors of the beautiful beach house. I declared: LOOK at that view, you are so lucky to see this every day all day as you sit and work...you can hear the ocean...you must wake each day and thank the Universe for this.
And so each day, from then I saw him sit each morning staring out. I told him to put his palms upwards to the sky as he thanked the Universe from 'things' small or large...just say thank, it calls in grace and abundance.
I'm recalling this now I see his face as he hung from the bars of the veranda....at first I thought he was just standing there, then I saw the rope and the expression.
It was like a film as the policeman shouted. Is this is your friend? Yes I said, covering my face....my heart stopped beating for one moment as I recalled some of the harsh words we exchanged. Not arguments, but misunderstood exchanges.
He was not a native English speaker. In the end we laughed at this. We said we laugh at the whole experience. But he is not laughing now. Or maybe he is laughing at me, right now. As I am homeless....he promised to pay me for my marketing skills. But I cannot berate him for this, somehow he must have believed I would be OK....and I will be.
He was a man who could build things and so he made a big wooden stand on the wall for our brainstorming sessions. But I realise now that now that nothing can save a dead man walking.
Looking back I can see that the light had long left his blue steely eyes......