In the short time I had when suddenly deciding that I had no ties in England to keep me there, I decided to have an adventure. With a little bit of help from God I made the decision to go and live in Split, Croatia 🇭🇷. I was nervous and had a reading or two, and an astrology reading. Everyone told me the same thing that my life would open up and I would be very happy. I was also told that I was going to spend a lot of time with women and getting to know them in ways that I hadn’t experienced and this would be a very pleasant experience. I wondered what that meant.
This is my fifth year living in Split and I have had so much fun and have so many female friends. Life is so easy with these women. Never a cross word. I never have to explain myself, or them to me. Only once has there been any jealousy towards me. When I was younger I had so much trouble from girls and later women, even at school I tended to stick with the boys because they were easier. My best friends were actually boys when I think about it now but I didn’t realise it then.
Now I have wonderful, ongoing and developing relationships with women. Some are like daughters and can be so kind to me. Some are like sisters and are just there. Many friends and many meaningful relationships. None of them think of my age or discriminate because of it. I am included for coffee, walks, dancing, playing out, swimming . I have so much fun and I am grateful. I never feel lonely here.
I used to travel to the former Yugoslav countries twice a year to hold retreats. Right from the start I was impressed with the way the women took care of each other. So lovingly. I noticed that they would never let me carry any weight. They waited on each other in ways that were kind and thoughtful and so meaningful to me. Their vibration of love held so much respect.
All the woman I know are friends to me. Not one of them disturbs me in any way. They are intelligent, interesting and very capable women with an enormous capacity for so many things. Even when they are weighed down with tremendous responsibilities and work loads they remain compassionate, willing, a smile on their faces even when their eyes reveal sadness in their soul. These women are resilient and amazing, holding families together and holding down jobs yet it still seems to be a fact that they are considered second class citizens.
Twenty five years ago I was told that women would come into their own. I wonder if the men should be afraid? If women do, I hope that the world will be run by women like the women I know. Surely then we will have peace on earth.