Sunny San Diego

I just returned from another trip across the country.  With only a days notice it was arranged for me and Charlie to head out to San Diego to help my dear friend Krissy move.  It felt good to see the sun and shed the wool long underwear but more than anything it felt like old college days hanging out with Krissy.  We laughed harder than we have in years, stayed up way too late talking, shed some tears, broke out in wild dance moves and treated ourselves to fancy herbal teas and chocolates.

Aside from a quick brush with the stomach flu this trip was enlivening, it awoke portions of me that have been lost somewhere between college, moving all around the country and settling on a farm with 8 children.  I kicked my feet in the freezing water and rolled in the sand, I made a sand angel and almost got completely caught by the tide.  I filled my pockets with the shiniest of shells while Krissy laughed and stayed bundled and dry with little Charles.

This trip was just as good for Charles, he tagged along on the many tasks and errands and to keep him happy I simply fed him.  He was also fed lots of hugs and attention from Krissy's daughters and came home with a double chin and feet almost too chubby for his furry boots.  

Krissy and I worked hard but I did not leave the least bit depleted.  Whatever I offered was doubly returned, yes my moving muscles were a little sore but I came home stronger and more filled than when I left.  I am so grateful for the experience, it was rich with good times.  

I once again returned to the great possibility of women coming together and working collectively with purpose in a way that ignites joy for both the giver and receiver.  This honestly has not always been my experience in the many organizations that I have served, or even with my family.  I'm still pondering what shifts are needed within myself to allow it. I am also wondering what shifts are needed among the consciousness of women, what is preventing us from truly uniting in joy. 

     

Maryanna ran out of the car and right into my arms as I waited curbside at the airport in freezing Detroit, I squeezed her tight and felt a knot in her hair the size of a bagel.  I felt the warmth of her joy in our reunion and also the need for my presence in her life. Yes she needed a good brushing but more than anything I realize my children need a mother who is fully alive, who takes care of herself and more able to serve them in joy.  

So my take away from this trip and what is moving me into this new year is to lighten up, open more space for laughter and presence, let go of self sacrifice, allow more help from others and participate more fully in the joy and gratitude of giving and receiving.