Last winter, I went with a friend to a woman who reads Tarot cards in Corner Brook. Many people had sung her praises and my friend is pretty devoted to her so I thought it would be something of a hoot to have a reading. I can't say that I put a lot of store in the whole enterprise, but I was definitely intrigued and I am game to do just about anything at least once.
The woman herself was not particularly impressive - just a slightly past middle aged woman in a housecoat. No burning incense, no crystal balls, in fact, nothing fortune teller-esque about her or her home at all. After she and my friend chatted about this and that, and we discovered that we had both lived in Jamaica Plains, Massachusetts, we got down to business. Other than this little tidbit about my time in JP, this woman knew exactly nothing about me.
To say she totally rocked my world would not be overstating the case. I will spare you the details but it was almost a little embarrassing the amount of rather intimate details she went into in front of my friend (who I adore but I hadn't - yet - really bared my soul to). In among the life-altering revelations and odd radio announcer coincidences, she suddenly turned to me and said, "You need a vacation."
I could have cried right there and then. Because, dear friends, I most sincerely do need a vacation. I have not taken time away that wasn't related to work or Zen practice, which contrary to what my mother claims is not relaxing, for so many years that I can not actually remember the last time. Perhaps it was being at my parent's cottage on Cape Cod in the summer of 1997?
After a rather tough week of dealing with a potential health-related crisis and having not one but two total meltdowns (sorry, Dan), I vowed that, should said crisis be averted and I was not going to be involved in various unpleasant treatments, I would plan a real vacation. Thankfully, the verdict, while slightly mixed, is mostly positive on the health front. So, I am ready to plan!
Part of me wants to find a quiet place to just sit and read and knit and do yoga and completely enjoy doing nothing. Side note: when I said all that to Finn, he replied that it sounded like I would be doing an awful lot of something for someone doing nothing. Then, part of me wants to travel just for the fun of it. Lucy wants to go back to Texas and the most excellent South Indian food ever at the Taj Chat House in Irving. Finn suggested Berlin or Tokyo, which I nixed immediately. My only rule that is whatever we do, it can not add to the overall stress level, which has been peaking on a too regular basis for too many months. So, airplanes are out (however good they may be for character-building).
Driving to Texas and on to New Mexico (hint, hint Martie!) is a possibility. Maybe go through Asheville, NC? Going back to Montreal also seems quite appealing except that we need to do this before March 2012 when I begin an advanced yoga teacher training program in ernest. I have driven from NYC to Peterborough, ON, in January and it was not exactly stress-free so I am not sure heading north makes a lot of sense.
Ideas? Suggestions? Recommendations? Finn and Lucy are ok with some car time especially if there is some pay-off (read: masala dosa) at the end. We are thinking of taking perhaps two or three weeks in total time away.
I eagerly await your replies.