Kent Waugh - ReFraming Life

There have been many times in my life when I have picked up a pen with the clear intention to begin writing my story, or at least some aspects of it.

 

At first, it was to capture them after the decimation of my first marriage, to record them for my sons. Again, after my father passed away, and then also after my soulmate Adel, my second wife, passed away.

 

Each time, my soul stopped me. I recall a few attempts after Adel’s passing. The sheer volume of emotions I had to release was immense. All the tears in the world had not gotten them out. I needed some way to manage them. It was too soon, and the emotions, the sheer weight of them, were still too raw for me to put them into words.

 

Instead, I hid them away in my soul and locked my soul away in the far reaches of myself, nurturing it so it could heal. They were there, in the dark recesses of my being, for more than 5 years. It wasn’t until some time into the latter part of this period that my soul began a reawakening. Then, through a series of unrelated events, my soul re-emerged stronger and more alive than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. 

 

The incremental steps that precipitated my reawakening actually unfolded over a couple of years.

 

• I began working with a leadership coach - professionally and personally

• I had many sessions with a hypnotherapist

• I started taking CBD oil to improve my sleep

• I made the heart-wrenching decision to put Coco, my 17-year-old dog, to sleep

• I ended a 4-year-long relationship

• I experienced the passing of my son's mother 

• I began a very focused health and exercise regimen

• I celebrated my 60th birthday

• I met my second soulmate

 

None of these experiences is equal; they are progressive in their importance and the deep influence, individually and cumulatively, each has had on me.

 

The most profound impact on me was meeting my second soulmate. She split my soul wide open. Every feeling I had bottled up and locked away spilled out uncontrollably. Through our on-again, off-again relationship, I began writing her love letters. After 25 years, I had found my written voice. Thank you, Nia!

 

I then started writing stories of my life’s most significant experiences. They poured out of me as I began taking long oceanside walks. I believe I was reconnecting with my childhood soul, who loved playing oceanside.   

 

So far, I have shared some of these stories and recordings with perfect strangers (experts in their own fields) and many I love deeply. Each has encouraged me to write more and capture my voice in recordings. 

 

While I am into my seventh decade on this planet, I feel my journey has just begun. I am meant to do this.