I just arrived back from my trip last night, and I've done my laundry and slept in my bed and am ready for my life here and now. My husband had red roses waiting for me when I returned, and I have romantic plans today: see my therapist, go to the dentist, and grocery shop. The dogs had nervous breakdowns while I was gone, and the male dog refused to eat, but they seem okay today. I guess I'm more important than I thought.
I had a sweet trip, seeing my daughter and granddaughter, meeting again my daughter's fiance and his two sons, visiting with my best friend. The weather was cold and gray, but I was expecting that, and it didn't rain, which I considered fortuitous. I had some nice meals in restaurants and in my daughter's and my friend's homes, and saw two movies. But the best moments were playing with my granddaughter, and reveling in her brightness, imagination, intelligence and sweet temper. She's a treasure. The two little boys who are becoming part of my life were affectionate and delightful as well. My daughter is going from one to three kids, which is quite an adjustment. The boys seem to adore her, and readily accepted me. So in one fell swoop my granddaughter gets two brothers. It's heady stuff.
I began a journal on my trip, and hope to keep that up. It's a chronicling of my Buddhist practice, which stood me in very good stead on this trip. I allowed myself, several times, to withdraw and feel the feelings that were welling up, and protect myself from reactivity. I am so grateful to have the tools to guide myself to actions that I don't regret and to speak only when I truly know what is wise to say. My trip was successful, in that I took care of myself as much as anyone else.
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