Today’s story… whew. It’s tender. It’s real. And it surprised me as much as it might surprise you.
I met a guy.
I met a guy on the beach last year this time. And I know how that sounds—but trust me, this isn’t that kind of story. 😅
It’s just wild how God, the universe, divine timing—whatever you want to call it—brings people together when we least expect it. And sometimes, it’s not about romance. It’s about reminders. Alignment. A moment of connection that’s meant to stir something in your soul. 💫 It reminded me of the beauty of soul connections and the power of divine timing.
We were brought together by our kids.
Olivia and I were making pizzas🍕 in the sand, laughing 😂, just living in that golden, carefree beach moment. People were scattered around, doing their thing. But something in my spirit nudged me. I looked up. And there he was—this guy with his kids. And in that same breath, he looked my way too. 👀
IT WASN’T ROMANTIC – IT WAS SACRED.
It reminded me of the beauty of soul connections and the power of divine timing.
He started pulling out a cricket bat and ball, playing with his children with the kind of presence that made me pause. That kind of playful, fully-there energy. And something in me softened. I thought, “There really are men like this in the world—ones who love like I do, parent like I do, engage like I do.” 💖
We kept to ourselves for a while. Olivia and I doing our thing, him and his kids doing theirs. But our eyes found each other a few times—one of those subtle soul nudges, like “Yeah, we’re meant to have a conversation.”
And then, like magic ✨ (or divine orchestration), our kids started interacting. Then playing. And before I knew it, he was moving his things closer. We sat next to each other while our children built these huge, elaborate sandcastles—literal towns in the sand. 🏰🏖️
And we talked. We really talked. Not surface-level, polite beach banter. I mean deep, connected conversation. Good laughs. Real stories. Soul truths. 🎙️❤️🧘🏽♀️
It wasn’t romantic—it was sacred. 🔮
He was right at the beginning of a journey I’ve walked. Unhappy in his relationship. Feeling like life, as he knew it, didn’t make sense anymore. He didn’t feel seen. Didn’t feel understood. And in the quiet unfolding of our chat, he opened up. And I could see myself in him. Not romantically, but recognizably—a fellow traveller.🪞
I was able to share my story. Not from a place of preaching, but from the space of “I’ve been there too.” And something in him shifted. I could feel it.
I offered him some guidance—how to talk to his wife, how to navigate some of what he was going through. And it was beautiful to witness the beginnings of something unfolding for him. A space opening. 🌅 It felt like an unexpected moment of emotional healing.
Our kids demanded future playdates (that we both knew wouldn’t happen). I decided we wouldn’t even swap numbers. Our kids wanted 🍦. We took a walk. Turns out he left his wallet in the car and I needed to cover our ice-creams and he took my number so that he could pay me back via eft later. We walked some more. 👣
And then, just like that, we parted ways. 👋🏽
But I left that beach with something more than sand in my shoes.
I left with hope. 🙏🏽
Hope that one day, I’ll meet a guy—with or without his own kids, his own softness, his own heart—and we’ll laugh and play and share an ice cream. Hope that there really are people who are aligned with the kind of love and life I envision.
But even more than that… I walked away with confirmation. 🪶
Confirmation that my story, my pain, my healing—it’s all of service. That I can help others find their way just by being willing to share. That I can be a mirror. A catalyst. A lighthouse. Even for a stranger on the sand. 🌟
And maybe he needed that conversation as much as I did. 💓
Because sometimes, our souls just need to be seen. To be understood. Not romantically. But deeply. Spirit to spirit. 🫂 Moments like this are what make a conscious healing journey so powerful. That encounter marked an emotional awakening after separation.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about foundations. And that sandcastle town our kids built? It stirred something in me. It was such a reflection of my current life.
Because here’s the thing: you can build the most beautiful castle… but if the foundation is cracked, or on shaky ground, it can all crumble. 💔
Just like my marriage.
We spent 18 years building a life together. Routines. Comfort. Shared goals. Glue between the bricks. But the foundation? It was never solid. And for years now, brick by brick, it’s falling apart.
I tried to hold it up. Built scaffolding, support beams, offered compromises. I even suggested we keep living together—unmarried—for the sake of the girls. I was willing to do that. To sacrifice myself to keep some form of structure.
But there comes a point when you realize—you’re just piling plasters on a broken bone. 🩹
And so now, I’m choosing differently.
I’ve reached a fork in the road (again). And as always, there are a few paths laid out in front of me. I know myself—I have to walk down some of them to know they’re not for me. I need to learn the lessons for myself. I’ve done that my whole life. It’s how I learn. It’s how I grow. 🛤️
But this time, I’m not reacting—I’m responding.
I sit with decisions now. I let them marinate in my space bubble. I ask: Does this align with peace? With love? With the life I see myself living in 5 years?
And if the answer’s no… I redirect. 🧭
The goal is peace. The goal is joy. The goal is love. The goal is freedom.
And this messy, dragging divorce? It’s not aligned with any of that.
It’s definitely going to be more challenging.
The goal is peace. The goal is joy. The goal is love. The goal is freedom.
So I’m choosing the path of least resistance. Not because it’s easier. It’s definitely going to be more challenging. I choose this path because it gets me to where I want to go—without fuelling any more fires along the way.
This isn’t a fight over mansions or cars. There’s no fortune to divide. Just moral obligations and debts from a misaligned life, two people with different dreams, and years of compounded miscommunication. 🌀 This is part of navigating conscious co-parenting after separation.
There’s nothing to fight over anymore.
I’ve let go of the fight a long time ago. Now I’m letting go of needing to be right. Let go of trying to hold up a castle built on shaky ground. God will see to the justice. 🕊️
And now?
Now, rooted in Christ as always, I’m looking for rock. 🪨
Somewhere solid to build the next chapter of my life. Somewhere aligned with my soul’s vision. Somewhere I can raise my girls with peace and create love that’s rooted—not rushed. Grounded—not glued together. 🌈 I’m committed to emotional healing and rebuilding with intention.
So Wednesday, I sent the email to begin that path. The less resistant one. The aligned one. 📧
It’s hard. But it’s necessary. 🥹🙏🏽
And that beach day? That guy? That was one of my signs. 🪧 (More so because this was the day I attended the introduction to the Reiki Masters workshop and prompted me to commit to the year long course of self-mastery and healing)
A sign that I’m not alone. That kindred spirits exist. That healing happens in connection. That life will keep sending soul mirrors to remind me of who I am and where I’m going. 💞🌠
And that no matter how many castles crumble… 🏰💔
I can always build again. 🏗️💖🌈
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This is beautiful, my friend.
Soul connections are definitely very powerful and rare.
You will one day meet somebody like that- he is looking for you, too.
Castles crumble all the time and, its really sad to see it happening but, there is always a reason…… because something better is calling your name.🤗👍🙌🏼
Thank you, my friend. Your words really touched my heart. Soul connections truly are rare gifts, and I believe that too—that someone aligned is already on his own journey, being prepared for me as I am for him. And yes… sometimes the crumbling is just clearing the way for something far more solid and soul-deep. Thank you for seeing me. 💛