42-50. Lake Life

Being that I could not submerge my noggin' due to the ear tube placed last week, I spent much of my week on Lake Powell chill-axin' on the boat. Though it was a miscommunication on Whaler usage that I missed out on a day trip with the family, that afternoon may have been my most favorable. See, I was left behind to tend to my five month old grand-nephew. He was sleeping when my family left and his parents went off to play on the Seadoos so I practiced Vinyasa yoga in the living area in front of his swing. The little cutie woke up and smiled. I taught him mommy and me (okay what was mommy and me to Baby Daughter and Son, anyway) yoga. He loved flying through the air and rocking up and down. Otherwsie, much of my time was spent hanging out making finger woven friendship bracelets for the crew. I made eleven. Oh, and helped kids make two each. And, I watched the world go by. It is interesting what you learn when you just sit in the moment./ ..... Seven days on the lake ended. Seven hours later, we arrive back in Colorado and realize it is just as hot here as it was at the Lake minus maybe a few degrees. The thing is there is not a body of water to kiss your sizzling skin here. However, there is air conditioning for lucky folks like myself. After a dinner of the five eggs I blessedly left in the fridge, I couldn't wait to get the kids out the door for a walk. Seven days. Seven days without walking. Boat life is great for seven days. But, if you can't take your morning swim and play mermaid all day...seven days./ ..... A mile into our walk to check out progress on our new community park, we run into some ol' friends in the north hood. Turns out my friend is just home from a major knee surgery. I knew she was having issues but had not known about the surgery. It was truely a serendipitous event to run into her hubby and kids. We escorted them home and I stepped inside. Oh, it was good to see me friend. She is doing well. We chatted on numerous topics. She bequested advise on post-suregery recovery. I asked her what I should wear at my photo-shoot on Sunday. Yes, you heard that correctly. They are going to take my picture "exercising" for the article I contributed to for Cure Today magazine on exercise and survivorship. I am nervous. National magazine in my running clothes! My friend gave me a cleaver little thing called a Booty Cover her sister invented. It is pretty cool; like a sweater you tie around your waist and a fanny pack all in one. During a work out, it holds your stuff while covering your rump. At any rate, we left before the kids were too wound up with snails. Yep, new pets; I am so excited. Thanks friend's kids./ ..... On the way home, I thought about how serendipitous events come around. I needed her. She needed me. Neither of us knew this. But, as I learned in my week of observing and being with muself, there is great calm in being present. And, in the presnce there is a calm. Everything is as it should be. I am where I am as it should be. Sure, I get impatient at the kids. Sure, I get sad when I realize how lonely I feel time to time. And yes, I have pain. But, those moments are those moments, and they pass away. All these years later, nearly twenty since the insecure high school days, I have found great peace in being with myself. I find great joy in that growth towards self actualization. Whatever that means. Peace out.