There’s something special about the bond between sisters…
I wouldn’t really know because I grew up with all brothers, but I’ve heard and observed that biological sisters can have profound connections. While I don’t have a sister sister, I do consider myself lucky to have a sizable group of friends that I love just as I love my siblings. These friends are men and women–although mostly women–and are parts of separate and overlapping groups. Some are local and some live great distances away. Some are parents, some are not. The one thing they all have in common is that they are totally awesome!
A few weeks ago I went on a truly amazing vacation down to San Diego, California. It was so far from my current reality that it took several days to get back to reality upon my return. I went down for six (SIX!) days–solo!–to relax, rejuvenate and reconnect with five of my close friends. Four of them are friends from college and one joined from Alaska. We stayed in a mid-century mod home up on a hill with a private pool in the backyard and a very glamorous, Mad Men kind of vibe.
The most amazing part about this vacation? It was largely organized by Evan!! I think it’s fairly new phenomenon, but some women have started getting gifts from their significant others for having babies. They are (kind of disturbingly…) called “push presents.” The gifts are often pieces of jewelry–usually fancy and expensive. I am not one to wear much fancy or expensive jewelry as they don’t play well with my lifestyle. So, in an effort to show his gratitude for all that I do–physically, emotionally and otherwise, Evan got me this trip! It was practically all planned by the time I found out about it a couple months before we left. While I really enjoy planning and organizing vacations, I have to admit it was great to have the big parts already nailed down. Furthermore, it’s heartache-ingly beautiful to dwell upon how much Evan loves me and cares for my sanity :).
The vacation was relaxing, fun and rejuvenating. The activities we did were great–rock climbing, went to a funk concert, farmers market (so many beautiful items!), zip lining, wine tasting at a vineyard, yoga and of course hanging at the beach and eating yummy yummy tacos. One of the things I keep reflecting on was how nice it was to be able to just walk outside…any time of the day or night. It was always a perfect temperature outside and there weren’t any mosquitoes. I had to pump while I was there because Fernie is still so little, and I could take my little portable pump out to the pool at 6:30 a.m. and pump OUTSIDE! We drank mimosas in the pool and had a bonfire on the beach while still wearing swimsuits. These are all pretty huge things for me coming from places with pretty extreme weather and tons of mosquitoes.
The best thing about this trip was reconnecting with friends. It’s kind of a cliche, but it is really easy to lose yourself when you become a parent. While “mother” is now a part of my identity, there is a purer me that exists somewhere under the labels. She can be kind of hard to find sometimes. I also LOVE talking about my kids, as most parents do, but it was a treat to hang out with people and barely talk about my kids! We spoke a lot about our psyches, our evolving personalities and beliefs, our failures and our goals, our love lives, our side projects and new hobbies. We hollered our deepest desires at the roaring ocean and we read each others’ fortunes. I was going to title this post, “Sisterhood of the Rose” as it was a card that was often drawn during our card reading sessions. Rose was a theme of the trip–I brought rosewater to share, another friend brought rose incense, rose quartz made a few appearances, roses were in bloom and there was a rose balloon marking the spot where our yoga class was. I did some research into the Sisterhood of the Rose and it’s pretty interesting stuff–with roots in Atlantis and ancient Egypt, but I don’t think I could have done it justice in this post!
Oh, and we laughed so hard! So, so hard! One of my friends claimed that she almost vomited from laughing so hard. I noted at one point that these were my healer friends–a medical doctor, a women’s reproductive health rights activist, a public health worker, a therapist and an ayurveda and yoga practitioner. I have to say that I did leave this trip feeling healed–from what I’m not sure, but I’ve felt pretty grounded and centered since coming home to reality!
It was so good. All of it. It was equally as sweet to return home to my lovely little family and my sweet baby whose weight I missed in my arms so badly! What a great trip. I’m a fortunate woman and oh so grateful.
I hope this finds your Thanksgiving preparations going well. I’m thankful for all of you!
Sending peace and love from Alaska,
Until next time,
Alex, the Rural Farmgirl