When my husband and I got on the plane to go to Kauai, it was to spend two glorious weeks sitting on the beach in Hanalei Bay while feeling the island breezes on our skin, playing in the warm water, and taking in the beauty of the sunsets. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine that, instead, I would be hooked up to machines, lying in a hospital bed inside the stark, sterile walls of the ICU unit at Kauai’s Wilcox Hospital.

I was in an unfamiliar room in a large house with strangers when a man reached for my hand and said:"Come on, kid, let’s go home." I looked up at him, wondering silently, "Where is home? AND who are you?"

While stopped at a local drug store to pick up a few household items, I was caught off guard by my visceral, adverse reaction to hearing Andy Williams' 1963 holiday song, It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year, as it blasted through the store's loud speakers. Why was my Soul so disquieted by a mere song?

A year ago at this time, the Soul Alive Women website was about to be launched and I was writing the first edition of It’s Soul Time. Filled to the brim with gratitude and joy, I knew I was doing what I was being called to do. At the same time, there was a part of me saying: ''What in the world are you doing? You know nothing about navigating the virtual worldwide web!'