Rebecca, I'm in tears. The good kind. The kind that are so grateful for your compassion, and for your deeply meaningful insights, and for your beautiful heart and willingness to share these loving words of support and understanding.

I have so much respect for you and I admire your incredible wisdom and broader view of -- well -- everything. Your perspective on what happened with my husband has been such a beautiful gift, I can't even put it into words.

I've been doing battle with this one for many years. I keep feeling like I should be able to just get over it and accept my part in it and "too bad for me, I should have been more careful and protected myself."

Your kindness and validation of my feelings mean the world to me, Rebecca. I've felt like this was all my fault and I should just suck it up. But I'm still living with the financial fallout, years later - while he's sitting pretty for the rest of his life and has probably forgotten I even exist.

It also means so much to hear you say you think Yau-Man would also be upset about that kind of betrayal. Perhaps you're right.

I wonder if I'll ever be able to get past this enough that it doesn't keep bubbling up and hurting so much. Perhaps when I'm finally able to find my way back to some sort of financial stability again (emphasis on 'WHEN' - staying positive here, and trusting that the universe is creating this for me).

It's hard to be back here in Calgary, renting a not-so-great apartment (affordable) with rent going up yearly, and knowing I had an adorable little house here with a huge garden in a quiet neighbourhood - a house with no mortgage - and I lost it to that bloody debt.

Anyway - as for Survivor - I agree with all you said, and it's fun that you and your family watched it together, too, with a main reason being the psychological twists that I so enjoy.

I also love watching people push themselves and battle through harsh conditions, and become better, stronger people. I love seeing the underdog manage to avoid the first elimination and get through even to the final three sometimes.

I just finished Season 21 and saw "Jane" from North Carolina - 56 years old, skinny widow, tough as nails, beating out young, strong, muscle-bound guys in immunity challenges.

You're so right about how separated we are from the laws of nature...a sad state of affairs. Generally, we have become a society of beings who are disconnected from Mother Nature, from ourselves, from each other, and from our Spiritual selves in particular. We've stopped relying on intuition, everything is about 'science' and if you can't measure it or touch it, it isn't real.

I woke up on Saturday morning with a HUGE memo from Spirit to start a pub called The Afterlife. It's meant to explore all aspects of the afterlife, with writers sharing their personal stories of related experiences, or paranormal research or studies etc. that they've read or seen - anything that proves or offers evidence to suggest that the afterlife is real.

The point is to bring comfort to those who are grieving, or who are terminally ill, or who fear death.

In creating this space and sharing stories of those powerful energetic connections between realms, I hope it also helps us to become more connected with ourselves, too, remembering that we are powerful, energetic beings and that there's so much more than the disconnected human experience.

And while I'm on that topic - no pressure of course, but I would be honoured if you felt compelled to be added as a writer and contribute to The Afterlife.

Cripes. I've written a novella. Apologies! Thank you so much for your beautiful reply. I've felt like there's something wrong with me for having trouble with that whole mess. Maybe all I needed to hear was what you've shared. At least, I'm sure it'll help - I feel better already.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm so privileged to call you my friend. 💜🙏🏻🎁🥰💜