This morning the stereo blared with Indian Music… we all danced. Megan and Evalee danced continuously, Cody and Courtney cooked breakfast, and I took videos of the wee dancer… in between dancing myself. This is what people do when they get home from being away, right? This is what people do when they have had 2.5 hours sleep in 44 hours – isn’t it?
Well, apparently we do. It was lovely. Lovely to have Cody, my best son-in-law ever, cooking breakfast. Lovely to listen to Bollywood music and dance and enjoy Evalee’s interactions with Casper the dog and with her toys, now that she is a full 7 weeks older and a world traveller. Lovely to have Megan home after her 28 months of travel. Lovely to see that Casper the dog is now relaxed, having apparently been quite a whiny, unsettled dog for the past 7 weeks. Lovely to look at Courtney and think “Wow, You’re married! Last time we were here we were still frantically planning a wedding!”
Lovely to see that my daughters ‘getting along’ continues even back home! I know. I’ve never mentioned that … but one of the most glorious parts of the trip was that my daughters got along so well. This has not necessarily been true throughout their lives, so if nothing else had happened on this trip, that alone would have made me a very happy person.
My own bed felt fabulous. It’s great to have my own shampoo and conditioner again.. I no longer have to look like a face with a fuzzball around it. And I don’t have to debate with my clothes about whether they can share my Sense body wash. Not only that, I don’t even have to share the shower with them! I probably don’t even have to have conversations with them at all!
I am sooo tired. Grama is coming over for tea, and then I will see how far into the evening I get before ‘just having to go to bed’! I am also feeling quite ‘disoriented.’ Even putting the toilet paper into the toilet instead of a bin nearby feels weird.
I’ve always been quite adept at ‘being on vacation’.. as in: after weekends or weeks off work, (when I worked a ‘day job’) I’d have to entirely rethink what my job was on the day of return. I called it “Re-entry Syndrome”. Now, being away for seven weeks from home, I have to ‘remember’ the details that need remembering… like paying bills, and laundry, and feeding the dog, and oh.. what’s that thing? oh Ya, a vacuum!.. that sort of thing. I like to give credit to my ability to ‘immerse’ in where I am at the moment as my reason for ‘forgetting’ things back at home that will eventually need to be ‘dealt’ with. It’s so much nicer than telling myself I am an airhead or something not quite so brilliant as a person being capable of immersing in the moment.
The point is, while away, I was very much away from the everyday details of Canadian Life. And now all the details of running a home, car, dressing for winter, etc seem very foreign to me. Do I seriously have to wear shoes and not sandals now? And what do I even own for shoes?
Granted, a good part of this disorientation could be the lack of sleep recently. Topped with jet lag.
The good fortune, for me and those I work with, is that this time my ‘job’ didn’t get ‘set on the sidelines and forgotten’ while I travelled. It’s an amazing feeling not needing to rethink my ‘job’ now that I’m back. Coaching and creating, exploring, dreaming, discovering… it’s just who I am. It feels so good to recognize this… I’m just ‘being’ who I am, ‘doing’ what I love! I don’t have to tune out my job to be able to enjoy vacation anymore! In fact, the trip was enhanced by the fact that I was learning and discovering so many things that relate to how I do what I do.
Just wait til your next guided visualization, those of you who share this experience with me!
And now, I think I’ll dance a bit more!