25: Farewell to Isabella

The day came for her to depart. She had already left college so there were no painful goodbyes waiting to be said there. Leaving her parents was a different matter. She knew they were pleased for her and wished her well but she worried about them being alone and worrying about her. Aunt May said she would take care of them for her and Isabella thought that Aunt May was quite enjoying the thought of being needed.

Aunt May had been very encouraging about the trip and had sat with Isabella a few times to help her practise meditation she said that if they developed a close link through mediation that they would be able connect with one another across the continents.

They had tried this out a couple of times, they would fix a time and 'tune' into each other. Once she picked up that Aunt May was not well and so was pleased to learn this was true when she rang to check the next morning. Not that she was pleased that Aunt May had flu of course, but pleased that her intuition was right.

On another occasion Aunt May rang her after their joint meditation to ask that was wrong with Isabella’s mother. That was accurate too because she had poured boiling water over her arm an hour before the meditation and was, at the time of meditation, sitting wrapped in frozen peas and complaining loudly as the blisters appeared.

But it was not all plain sailing, either there was nothing to report, or Isabella was worrying about Aunt May when there was nothing wrong with her. So Isabella was a little dubious about this plan, but agreed a weekly rendezvous because if it worked what harm could it do? She was quite excited at the thought that it might actually work.

Isabella begged everyone not to come to the airport, so the goodbyes were all said on the station platform and there were many tears, much reassurance and many promises made. The phrase, 'a promise is a promise, Isabella,' rang in her ears each time she made one.

Finally her train pulled out of the station, the last tearful goodbyes behind her and a great adventure before her and she felt really alone for the first time. Her stomach knotted and she felt sick at the thought of her journey. At that moment the tea trolley came rattling past and in its wake she caught the faint scent of cardamom.

'Don’t be ridiculous,' she scolded herself, but as she uttered the words her stomach unknotted and a sense of peace descended.

This is the end of Part one - Love and Loss.

Part two is about Crystals and Light, if you are interested in continuing to read about Isabella and raen please leave me a comment.

Without intending to these postings have taken us up to Christmas, rather like an advent calendar would have done, so Happy Xmas and New Year to all.

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