My husband and I just returned from a 4 night getaway to Tofino free of child and dog. Oh sure, there is a child inside of me but it does not yet cry. Or whine, or beg, or whimper or demand. It just kicks now and then. And insists wholly that Mamma wants, no needs, that $30 Seafood Hotpot. This child rocks (and rolls, a lot actually…)
In our room at the glorious Wickinninish, there is a guestbook sitting above the fireplace. There are honeymooners and travellers from afar leaving notes. There are families and ‘babymooners’ giving tips or just thanks. Here is our note:
Back home we have a new business, a hilarious and busy toddler, a whiny and somewhat spastic dog and relationship stagnation. We also have baby #2 on the way. We are tired. We need this getaway.
While here, we have encountered sun, snow and storm. We have taken brisk morning walks and indulged in long, luxurious afternoon baths with a view (oh what a view!). We have eaten seafood hotpots and drank gourmet hot chocolates by the fireplace. We have been in awe of the crazy surfers and equally so, the meditators. We have talked, scrabbled, cuddled and slept (to some snores but mostly just to Nature.)
Clarity has come through emerald waves, misty shores, fresh snow blanketing the seascape and rhythmic tides. We remember Balance. We acknowledge the Important Things. We are ready to bring the Pacific Rim’s Spirit home with us and teach that to our kids. Rather, they will be our guides. We forget that this lesson they know. Intrinsically and purely, they know.
“Ones destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” -Henry Miller