Why I Vanished Post-Covid
Many of you reading this will remember that I had a very busy business. I was working at an event somewhere across four states almost every weekend. I enjoyed every minute of the hectic life, the travel, the exhaustion (which was exhilarating), the teaching, the community, and most of all, you, my patrons and clients.
Then COVID shut us all down. The isolation was awful. I kept my business going by upgrading my 3-camera studio, and I waited, like everyone else.
During this time, my website was hacked three times. The universe was telling me to slow down and let it go.
As we came out of Covid, my husband and I were blessed to purchase the ideal retirement home of our dreams, located in the Brainerd Lakes Area of northern Minnesota. Now my horses are just steps from the bedroom window. The birdsong, the frogs, and the silence can be deafening. We are truly blessed to be here.
I asked the Universe about returning to my business, and the answer was to wait. To settle in here, to take the time to make it our own. My only sadness was that Ghost, my white Arabian riding partner, the 4th of my heart and sole horses, had crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I had just met a new riding partner… and then came the accident.
She didn’t mean to do it, and it was NOT her fault. We didn’t know each other well enough, and a moment's miscommunication led to disaster. (NOTE TO OTHERS: Don’t take flying lessons from a horse; it doesn’t end well.) The result was that my head was fine, though my helmet was cracked. I had three broken ribs, one displaced, and my right leg (tibia and fibula) was shattered. My right leg is now a better indicator of the weather than the local news, and I think there is enough hardware in the leg to qualify me as bionic. I spent too many months in a wheelchair, and my husband is a saint for all he has done to get me back to where I am today.
This spring (2026), the universe was telling me that I’m ready. It’s time to go back to work and to bring my passion back. Some messages were small, and some were very powerful. I have listened. I’m coming back, quietly. Not every weekend across four states. I’ll be staying closer to home and making more use of the 3-camera studio for my more distant readings.
So now you know. I hadn’t quite vanished. I just needed time. I needed space.
Now, it feels good to be back. Let’s go there!
- Katrina