What a wonderful Time

There are times in every ones life where one has to get away from the stress, fast paced moving society that we all live in. I did just that last week. I took a long awaited journey north to reconnect with a childhood friend and what an amazing time I had. I took this journey alone and never regretted one moment of the trip, well except the journey back home.

The flight there was pretty smooth, once the plane actually took off. It was 45 minutes late sending me into a rather nervous sweat. Finally the boarding call came and I was able to begin my vacation. Once the plane took off everyone was offered complimentary food and beverages. As I open my box there inside all wrapped up was a green wrap that I think was filled with chicken. I looked at the man beside me as he took a bit of his and immediately put it back in his box. I chose not to even try mine. The small (and when I say small I mean small) wasn’t too bad at all, but the small glass of wine was very welcomed. My plane reservations said the flight was 55 minutes but as the Captain began his usual welcome to my plane speech he told us we would be landing in Sudbury in 35 minutes. I distinctly remember thinking, only 35 minutes? There goes my second small glass of wine . I have to say the Pilot and Stewardess were very accommodating as well as very comical. The Pilot himself was cracking jokes with us before he disappeared behind the closed doors that would seclude him so he could concentrate on flying the plane. After a short time in the air with very little turbulence the call came over the intercom that we would be landing in a very balmy Sudbury. The landing it’s self was very rough but when I stepped off the plane and walked into the airport I was greeted by a huge smile and tight hug.

During my week long visit with my good friend we spent time reconnecting and talking about hurts wounds and other things that had left some tattered edges on our long time friendship. The beautiful secluded area gave me plenty of time alone to sit and think about everything in my life and how I have begun to “shed my skin” and step into my own being. I am learning how to let things go that I thought were good for me, but in all reality those things are not as good for me as I thought. I’m realizing that slowly I am finding myself and that the paths I have started to avoid are paths that I don’t need to explore any longer. I figure that at my age, if I am not accepted and loved for who and what I stand for then it’s those un-accepting ones that I have to let go of. I met a wonderful group of people during my stay and I could see all the happiness, love and acceptance for and from each and every one of them. At the end of the week there were many tears that had been shed and a whole lot of laughter that was shared. Those tattered edges to the friendship were mended with love and understanding, admitting and truly forgiving.