Home sweet Home

There is nothing like a vacation. Except coming home. I love traveling. I love new experiences. I love coming home, even better. All the memories made on a trip are wonderful. But when I walk into my space, my sweet simple space, I feel myself release, breathing deeper, muscles relaxing…I think humans crave adventure. We love planning a trip, packing for the trip, and arriving on that trip. I believe we truly relax the day we come home from a trip. Oh yeah, there’s laundry, and all the stuff that comes with being home, but it is where we truly “let our hair down”. This recent excursion I planned, a month long road trip, met all my vacation needs; 13 states, beach, flat lands, views, new sights. There were also tricky stressful moments. When the car broke down 20 miles from my sisters, on I79, cars and trucks speeding by so that my stationary car shuddered after each passing 18-wheeler! I shuddered too… And then to be 16 hours driving, away from home, and the back goes out so bad, it hurts to breathe, let alone, sit, walking was almost impossible, and I was too drive the next day. I managed to get into an acupuncturist, twice and the delayed road trip only put us one extra day stay over but the stress…that was the thief! I have learned that I have to feel my emotions. I’ve never been taught that. Feelings were just things that got in the way of what I was doing. Feelings often made me cry. “Big girls don’t cry”. I have learned that to be healthy, feelings must be felt, acknowledged, allowed space. So, in the moment of the car breaking down, fear and anger but there was no real time to let feelings manage this situation because there were five of us in a very unsafe place. They DID show up loudly a few times; those fear and anger emotions. The worst part, due to it being June-teenth and Fathers Day, the holiday weekend, there were no rental cars NONE! That meant four of us had to walk 20 miles home. It turned out better than I thought it was going to but man the fear and anger were INTENSE! The back going out was grief. I hope you realize, as the reader, you are only getting the abbreviated version. Through all of this, I pray! I LOVE praying! I get to be a SPIRIT being with a human body. Prayer carries me, like worship to a greater level. I get to experience faith, hope and rest in God. I sound ethereal here, like I got it all together…don’t believe that lie! Rather, understand that like you, I deal with real crap and I also get to experience that crap from a spiritual arena also. It is the only thing that truly keeps my humanity from loosing at life! We are home and my back is not back yet - LOL! Life keeps marching and I try to not let it march over me. I happen to have learned how to step aside as it marches and find a quiet, cool place to sit and watch life. I highly recommend it, REST!❤️