The flight to Orlando goes off without a hitch. That much we get. At that point, the most annoying part of our journey is the fact that our connecting flight in Orlando — which will bring us to our first destination in Salt Lake City — was delayed by 45 minutes. But we board without issue and I’m already looking forward to when we land — when we can pick up the rental car and drive to our hotel and rest our travel-weary heads before embarking on our mini-road trip across Idaho and into Montana. I’m already looking forward to the dawning of the next day, when the sun will peak over the mountains of Utah and we start our adventure. We’re two days out from our 6-year wedding anniversary and my head & heart are filled with what we will do.
As we’re preparing for takeoff — as we are literally preparing for takeoff, plane on the runway, engines firing — the captain comes on and tells us we have to turn back to the gate. Something is wrong with the air conditioning system.
We return back to the gate. We wait in the plane, all the while a very upbeat captain with a slight brogue tells us that it shouldn’t take long — and that he doesn’t want to deboard the plane over something as minor as making sure the cooling and heating systems are working.
Twenty minutes later, we have to deboard the plane. Continue reading “The Adventure”
On Sunday — on Father’s Day, no less — I finished my in-person exam/practicum, thus completing my 300-hour training in yoga therapy.
It capped off an amazingly busy May into June; a time where there seemed to be so much going on at once that I could focus only on the most immediate deadline. From my maid of honor duties, to my best friend’s wedding; from leading workshops, to taking them; from hosting dinners & barbecues, to my in-laws coming in from Ohio.
It also capped off a gently transformative and evolutionary 10 months, a time where things fell into place — where light was shined where it needed to be shone — and everything tumbled into the exact spots they were always meant to be. It was a 10 months that were never calm, never linear, never one-thing-at-a-time. Continue reading “To Do With Myself”
My maid of honor speech — at least, the written draft:
Like any good maid of honor speech, I’m starting off with an anecdote.
(Bear with me on this one – at least this anecdote involves us jumping out of a plane.)
I should just jump ahead and say that it was a skydiving plane, for skydiving purposes. It wasn’t like we were on a commercial jet and decided, “YOLO.”
But that’s just what we did the summer after our freshman year of college. And it all came about as we were driving around the shorelines in our hometown area south of Boston, reliving the days when we would do this practically every evening and weekend in high school. I forget exactly who proposed the idea at first, but I do remember the conversation going a little something like this:
“Do you want to go skydiving?”
“Yeah, sure. Let’s do that.”
And, with that, we turned the car around, drove back to her house, got online to find a skydiving (because this was before smartphones back in the dark ages when you had to find a computer to access the internet), found a skydiving place, and made a reservation that day.
Two weeks later, we jumped out of a plane. Continue reading “Thelma & Louise”