From the archive: The Restorative Power of Salt Water
From the archive. Originally written May 31, 2016.
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It’s time to talk about my trip. There’s so much to say, really. Of course, I need to do the whole photos and recap post, but first, I think I’d like to talk about the effect of the trip on me personally.
When I walked out of that school on my last day there, I walked out with tears streaming down my face but I sighed a big sigh of relief. Not that it was over, but that my last day was finally over. I felt like I had been dreading that day forever, and had been living that day over and over everyday through a thousand different “lasts.” After that, I went home, picked up my babies, and headed to the airport. We flew just the three of us to meet their dad who had been out of town for business for a week. I was so proud of myself when we arrived in Denver! I felt like an accomplished mom- a real mom- for having successfully flown somewhere with two children three and under on my own.
Utah was so wonderful. I immediately felt at ease when we arrived there. For so many reasons. But being reunited as a family, the mountains, Paul Simon, and my old, dear friends did wonders for my soul. Utah was sweat- hiking, dancing, playing with the kids- lots of activity.
We headed off to California. We went to Disneyland with the kids which was truly delightful. Lots of play time. We went to an aquarium and the beach. I love the sea. Nick does too, which made it extra lovely. We stood at the edge and let the waves roll upon us together. I had to hold tightly to him because the water is so powerful. We did that over and over again, and it might have been my favorite part of the California trip.
Spending time with Spencer and the kids brought me back to Earth. Spending time talking to Sam and listening to Paul Simon reminded me of who I am. Salt water- tears, sweat, and the sea- restored me. When I came home, I felt a million times better than I did when I left. And a million times more like myself. And a million times more ready to take on this next chapter of my life. Isak Dinesen was right when she said, “The cure for anything is salt water- tears, sweat, or the sea.” I needed a dose of each to cure me. And it has. I’m so grateful.
