To cap off an already stellar, relaxing, enriching and vibrant week at Rancho La Puerta, Sebastian came down on the last day to celebrate with me!

He is there now working this upcoming week and tried to switch with the practitioner there for my birthday week but that didn’t fly so he drove down a day early just to hang with me.  We packed more in to that 20 hours than most friends do in a week.



Late afternoon Friday after a full morning of water Ai Chi, Aerobics with Soul (amazing) and crystal bowl meditation I ended up back at my patio perch pretending to be reading but really just taking in the last moments of that sunset view.  I saw bunnies, a roadrunner four more times (the same one following me?), a tribe of quail and the full moon rise.  I suddenly heard a little rustle behind me and quickly pivoted and poof!  There was Sebastian!

Hugs kisses hugs kisses hugs kisses hugs kisses.

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Come to think of it, most of my social time this year was with two sets of sisters I’d met last year.  The others were Randy and Terry.  Now that’s kind of interesting.  There was a time in my life I’d have avoided pairs of sisters like that just for the sheer pain of it but I don’t seem to have that reflex anymore.  This is good.

Even though it was the last evening party, we were all exhausted.  Sebastian’s been doing this wild restricted eating program (vegan, no alcohol) this Fall so he couldn’t really eat much and his body is going through it’s own stuff and I was frankly just tired.  It was a very full week.


We finished the meal, said our goodbyes (of course many folks were coming up to Sebastian for hellos and hugs not having seen him all week) and headed back to the room.  We put on our jammies and got under fluffy blankets and headed for the patio where we sat for a couple of hours stretched out on lounge chairs under the full moon catching up on everything.  Sebastian and I are like long lost siblings ourselves–we have a natural ease and comfort around each other, even with the silent spaces.  It’s a pretty unusual and special friendship–one that kicked off like that pretty much from the start.

“Kath, you’re falling asleep, let’s go inside” and as we walked in, freezing now, we forgot we’d planned on lighting a fire.  So he lit it up for us and we sat now again on the sofa talking and drinking herbal tea for another hour or so sinking deeply in to the bright Mexican cushions.

“We better go to bed” he said as I was probably half-talking in my sleep around 11pm.

We crawled in to the King size bed side by side and crashed, comfortably.  Or at least for me as I woke up and Sebastian was on the sofa.  Oh no I’m sure I was snoring I thought.  When he woke up and I asked him he said “no it was the bugs–I was getting eaten alive over there by mosquitos”.  He said his blood is just sweet.  And so is he.  Ok truth be told he did say I was snoring a bit “it wasn’t that bad”, he kindly said. 😉

We made our way down to breakfast and sat outside by the fountain, talking and eating fruit, oatmeal and scrambled eggs.  Sebastian, in his usual gentlemanly way, got me coffee “I put a little mocha in there, thought you might like it”.  A woman approached us wanting to join our table and I was feeling especially selfish with my birthday present so I said “ya know we are engrossed in a private conversation right now so maybe another time?”.  She understood and we were both relieved.  This time was precious and I didn’t want to waste any of it on small talk.  Neither of us are really small talk people anyway, being introverts.

I had left my bathing suit in the locker room so had to go retrieve it so we went there after breakfast and lo and behold right past the Watsu pool which was open and unused.  So…my darling Sebastian offered me an informal partial session and OMG.  It was the best yet.  He kept taking me deeper and longer under the water and I thought maybe I was more tired or something as I was really challenged on the breath part a couple of times.

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“No, I was challenging you this time to face some of your blocks.  You were ready for it, so I took you there because you trust me now”.


This is a video made by the Wave Academy where Sebastian is a volunteer and they’ve done amazing research on Aquatic therapy and PTSD.  Please take a look. Sebastian is in this video as well.

I was wiped after that but we ended up having to rush back to my room to check out and then to lunch then….”let’s go walk the labyrinth” he said.  Thankfully he reminded me as I’d not walked it the entire week.  We each walked in silence passing twice on the path, the second time we did  a low five grazing each other’s palms.

After walking and doing our wishes, we did a little photo session as the light was just so gorgeous and Sebastian is a photographer and wanted to play in it so we had great fun with that.

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As I walked in to do some business in the Admin building, two of the young women working there, said “you’re so lucky” which of course I am, just being at the Ranch which was I thought they were referring to.  Lucky to have been there all week.  Then I looked at the mischievious or in Spanish travieso looks on their faces and they said “Sebastian”.  They had just seen our affectionate goodbye on the front steps outside and began to tell me how jealous they were.  Hey I get it, I’d be jealous of me too.


He’s of course gorgeous on the outside.  He’s a model (in fact just did a photo shoot the week before) and stunning.  And he’s as beautiful, if not more on the inside.  He’s one of the gentlest, kindest, deepest, most thoughtful and naturally charming men I’ve ever known.

And I’m so fortunate to have met him and call him friend.

I love you Sebastian Skinner.  Now and forever.


(a little more on Sebastian here)



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….and believing.

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And since, shocker, I didn’t take one picture at my birthday party last night (too much engaging conversation), I’ll share the Ranch badges I made for all my friends that we wore at the table.

I already know this year is gonna rock out loud.  Hang on to your everything readers.  We’re about to blast off.

But first I gotta grab a hot mocha from the coffee bar while I finish watching the sunrise from in front of my gorgeous roaring fire.





Just a little color commentary from the Ranch.  This morning I’m making party favors with my colored pencils to hand out at my birthday dinner tonite (bd eve).  Enjoy a little slice of wonder.

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I’ve been unexpectedly doing a lot of writing down here at the Ranch this week.  Words and memories have been flowing as I’ve stayed inside more building cozy fires and gazing at the mountain from my patio.


I’m carrying my journal everywhere so I can capture things as they are flowing.  This morning I sat outside by a fountain alone for breakfast and as I was writing this paragraph, one of the dance teachers approached me asking if she could snap my photo.  “With the lighting hitting you and your scarf flowing behind, you looked like an angel” she said. Interesting these are the words I had just written as she approached me.

We forged ahead methodically to East Lawn Cemetary where our mother would be buried along side the pre purchased plots for her still living parents.  Flanking what would become the grave of her first born wailing 7 year old daughter, twenty three years later.

I think maybe Rachel the Dance with Soul teacher did see an angel.  Or two.