Yesterday we began what feels like an epic journey – 53 days on the road, away from home. Fifty-three days to journey our way from the Bay Area to Cape Cod, to England and on to Crete, then Switzerland, then France, back to England, back to Cape Cod, and back home.
The original impetus was research. I wanted to visit many different sites of documented Goddess worship, and I didn’t want to leave my family for an extended period of time. In the year that we’ve been researching and planning, however, this trip has become about all of us. There will be time for me to visit Goddess sites, but there will also be time for wine and good food, lounging on the beach, wandering in the Alps, visits with family and friends, and lots of play for our little ones.
This feels right. She exists in everything, She continuously reminds me. The great gift and the great challenge, then, is to find Her in all things. Challenge accepted.
On paper, 53 days doesn’t look all that significant. In my heart, it feels like a tremendous leap of faith, a departure from just about everything.
Our first day began bumpy. Brendan got car sick on the way to the airport. We had a four-hour flight delay and two small kids to entertain. Claire accidentally abandoned my bag in the airport and I didn’t notice for an hour. Eventually we retrieved it from a police officer on a Segway, who was incredibly understanding.
We got airport pedicures to pass the time. We found a kids’ play area. We let the kids eat all the crappy food they wanted, and binge watch as much TV as they could stomach.
The flight to Boston was long, and the kids were exhausted. Brendan had a potty accident. The car seat took 20 minutes to install, and we took several wrong turns in the dark. In the end, we made it to the Cape at 1:15 a.m., 16 hours after we left our house.
I could look at all of this as a disaster, or a great gift. I think it was a gift. I’ve been so sheltered and still for the last two years. I was reminded that I’m actually quite resilient – we all are, for that matter. I was reminded that the things we often think are hardships are the exact opposite. And I was grateful that I had a test run of some of the possible curve balls we might face in the next two months.
Perhaps this is all an indicator of how our journey will be – lots of unexpected bumps. Moments of anxiety and moments of spontaneous fun. Kindness of strangers. Over indulgences and late arrivals.
Sounds like life. Sounds perfect to me.