Many people at 62 are thinking about moving into a senior community, closer to their grandchildren, away from the city or further from the truth.

I’m moving to Maui.

Why would a California woman who’s single, has children and grandchildren in Oregon; an elderly mother, siblings, and a passel of nieces and nephews in Idaho; a finely-woven community of friends in Sacramento, including her closest friend, move to Maui at age 62?

Nice guess, but there’s no man waiting on the shore. You weren’t that far off though because I am moving for love: love of my own life. My life, no matter how much I love it, isn’t something I can settle into, order new address labels and develop an amiable relationship with the local handyman. It’s an entity--moving, ever-changing and alive. So when a voice somewhere inside calls me to make a shift, I’ve learned to follow. A few years ago it was to Fresno where a man was waiting. This time, I'm aligning my life and my work with a company called, "The Peaceful Woman." And what am I really following whether to Fresno or Maui? The path of my own deep fulfillment and its effect on the lives I touch.

Of course, once guidance has been answered with a “Yes,” whether shouted or mumbled, all the how-in-the-heck-to-get-from-here-to-theres show up. What about my house here? Where can I store stuff? How much Trader Joe product can I stuff in a suitcase? What does it cost to ship stuff? Where will I live in Maui? How can I pack, go see my family, work and move in four months? And that’s just logistics.

Then there are all the emotional queries that can’t be put on a list and crossed off. Instead they squeeze out from pores and get drunk in my gut. They arise when I’m trying to focus on something else (like how I’m going to get my alignment/vision board in my suitcase). After all, Kubler Ross has to have her five-stage say in the matter. Except for my foray to Fresno, I’ve lived in Sacramento since I was 24 years old. I’ll do the math for you. That’s 38 years not counting Fresno because I still came back to get my haircut and make the Starbucks tour to see my girlfriends. Yes, there will be grief beneath the warm California sun...a side-serving to joy.

So this will be an onoging blog until I'm settled in Kihei, Maui. Partly for my sanity. Partly for your entertainment. But mostly for this: to document an experience of trusting the process. You see, the question, “What” has been answered and the question, “Why” has been partly answered. (There’s only so much you can know going in.) But the multi-dimensional, tutti-fruiti, complicated bundle of “How?” has to answer itself hour-by-hour and day-by-day. I don’t know how. I only know what and whiff of why.

Right now I hear one of my spiritual teachers, Barbara Marx Hubbard, saying in my ear, “Did you know how to do puberty?” It was the inner question asked of her on such a momentous occasion in her life. I don’t know how, but I do trust how. I trust that this new world will unfold beneath my feet …and I invite you to come along.

Together on the Evolving Journey,


For more context of this journey, read my "Crossing Paths" newsletter, "Died and Gone to Maui"