The beautiful thing about life is that we are all individuals and made up of infinite combinations of specialized genetic material that makes us who we are. In yoga, we are practicing becoming more of who we are.. a constant practice as our ego is working towards who we think we want to be, ha ha.
My ego writes: This travel day over many hours and airports and rental cars and back to the airport for lost baggage and then to store (Fred Meyer) for 2 hours with screaming kids getting over 200 items while arguing then bribing then crying with your kid then not fitting in car because of too many items then unpacking and finally ordering takeout ahh glass of wine then not enough time to enjoy it because the day is long and more work to do tomorrow. e.e. cummings anyone?
Me writes: It is beautiful here. Charlie sleeps next to me while I listen to the seagulls calling. All that matters is that we are on an adventure and we are in one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, kindof like heaven meets Loch Ness.. green foggy islands and sun streaming through sky and white clouds moving with the wind, and we haven't even left port. I said I would never uproot Charlie as I was uprooted throughout my childhood (poor me), yet I can see why Californians with a soul must come North.. well, we are geared up with enough food to live and plenty of wine.
I am excited to brush my teeth with bottled water and go to sleep. Tomorrow will feel more like a vacation.. I hope.
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