Margaret River is both a region and a bustling market town famed for its wine, incredible surfing, gorgeous coastline, multi-chambered caves and mysterious karri (eucalyptus) forests. – Trip Advisor
I walked on one beach and packed for another. Haines today: 15 degrees, clear and windy. (Too cold to really walk on the beach. It was more like a recess for the dogs and Beth and I.)
Margaret River WA today: Windy too, sunny too, and 79 degrees. By the time we arrive it’s supposed to be in the 90s.
I did have time for my daughter Sarah’s noon yoga class on Main Street. I go to see her, and because as she says, the hardest part is getting there, and you never regret that. I always feel good afterwards. Stretched, stronger and clear-headed and generous hearted– towards others– but also myself. That’s the hardest kindness isn’t it? Being nice to yourself? I think it was during a downward dog, when Sarah said to spread our fingers wide to better support the wrists, that I noticed the back of my hands. The veins and freckles. They looked like my mother’s used to. When did I get such old lady hands? Are they really mine?
I had a kind of moment then. A little dip in mood. I was missing something even as I still have plenty of it.
This waiting before a trip is like that. I am homesick before I leave home.
But here’s the thing: travel is like yoga. The big step is buying the tickets and then packing. Once we step out door for the airport tomorrow (Sarah is giving us a ride) and wish the dogs and house-sitter well, once we actually begin the journey, I know I will feel great. Better than yoga. I’m good at rolling with the flow. I have plenty of Sani-wipes, Curiously Strong Peppermints and reading material. I am excited to see the kids in Juneau, I’m excited to see our son and his family– and we are going to Australia!
