Post Vacation

Wow, whatta miserable bitch i was before i went on vacation.  Quite literally, the day before we left I was on the edge of my seat, hunched over with stomach flu cramps and surfing the web frantically for any information about the tsunami evacuation in Hawaii.  Twitter is really the fastest place for second to second news, by the way.  Thankfully all was fine, no tsunami hit Hawaii, people went back to the water’s edge and we flew out as planned the next day. Lula is an amazingly easy traveller, as she always has been, and I was reminded of how fun she is to travel with; she really loves it.  I look forward to travelling with her for as many years as we can stand each other.  Grant gets a bit control freakish stressed, especially in the airport and around ‘getting there’ and Max, wellll, flying with Max, was HELL whenever we had to restrain him for take off and turbulance, but we got into a groove of  social butterflying, walking up and down the aisles and interacting with every passenger once the seatbelt signs were unlit.   I really love watching people drop whatever mask they’re hiding behind and their eyes come alive when Max successfully engages them.  He did this all vacation long and it’s quite a gift he is perfecting; my persistent-as-hell-16 month old-ancient-zen-master who will stand and stare and stare in silence into strangers’ faces for as long it takes for them to look him in the eyes and acknowledge him.  And then I’d watch the smile and the joy creep into their faces as they engage with him and we’d all have a good laugh while we were split wide open because this is what Max does to people.

It took me two weeks to feel relaxed after a dry spell of three and a half years of no vacation.  I do not recommend taking a vacation every 3.5 years.  We were BURNT OUT!  And it’s not like we really relaxed, I mean it was basically a working vacation because we have the two wee ones to take care of, but the change of scenery, the dropping of all things that resemble a schedule, forgetting what day it is, not worrying about that silly illusion we call time, and OH the SOUND OF THE OCEAN, the waves, the deep rythm and all the myriad of teachings in it, in every wave with a different story that crashed on the golden sand.  I listened to the ocean very consciously, I meditated on that master of flow and now that I’m back I feel the rejuvenation and the effects of it are deep in me, in a way I cannot describe.  Flow and fun. The essence of life. Let go let go let go, every rough edge gets smoothed and change is the only constant.  All those lovely things and I CRUSH YOU IF YOU FIGHT ME; LET GO OF YOUR BOARD. NO? NO????!!!!! WHIPLASH AND SPRAINED THUMB FOR YOU!!!! AHHH HA HA HA HAHA

I need a vacation.