I was the first one home. I had to be – it was only a ninety-minute drive. And so while I was unpacking, Anke and Emrik were leaving for Europe. While I did laundry, Steph was waiting for the floatplane that would bring her home and Jaymie and her husband were enjoying one last day in Santa Cruz. As I washed my car, Kristen and Mel were driving up the coast. Michael headed to Sonoma. As I cruised the aisles of my local Safeway, Janet was cruising at 35,000 feet somewhere over the Pacific. We were all someplace else. We were all returning to family and friends.
There were hugs and tears, of course. That’s what sent me away in the first place – I didn’t want everyone to see me cry, although they already had.
By the time Dave reunited with his wife I was enjoying a late lunch that did not involve lentils, quinoa or green salad (although I wish it had). I was in my beloved green leather chair, with the remote control in my hand.
Only hours later and the old comforts were nipping at my heels.
Habits shut us down and prevent us from living the life we are meant to live. They are like choke holds. We struggle to wrestle free from them.
Establishing a new rhythm to my life – abandoning the patterns that hold me down – will require persistence and strong belief in my ability to make it so.
Talking to friends about the last two weeks at Land of Medicine Buddha will be a difficult thing. I can talk about the great food, the lovely people I met, the schedule we kept – but I won’t be able to talk about how it felt. But that’s all right. It’s my hope I won’t have to explain anything. My actions will speak for themselves.