Sometimes when you wish for something small and forget about it, it suddenly shows up in your life without fanfare, as an unexpected surprise.
This past week has been a challenging one. I think a few weeks of 3am inspirational wake up calls are starting to take their toll on me. The summer heat wave isn’t helping either – though don’t get me wrong: I’m not really complaining. I love receiving the inspiration and (compared to minus 30 degree Celsius blustery winter days) I love the heat!
Friday morning one of my friends called and told me that she suddenly decided to go to Lake Tahoe for the weekend. I was decidedly jealous. Who does that? Who just up and trots off to Tahoe on a whim? It sounded kind of “jet set”. It sounded capricious. It sounded somewhat careless and unplanned. It sounded perfect – exactly like the type of thing I love to do: just go with the flow when the feeling hits me. Sometimes the best moments in life are unplanned.
In the moment that the name “Tahoe” was pronounced, I started to dream. I imagined what it would be like to pack up the car, speed down the highway, pick up a friend or two, leave the city behind with the sunroof open, windows rolled down and the music blasting. I imagined driving through the mountains, up to a little wooden cottage for a weekend of R & R. All of that living done in seventeen seconds. The mind is a powerful thing.
Friday I resigned myself to keep focused on project work, complete some housework and run errands in the heat: there were so many things to get done before my trip to Calgary next week. I had work to finish, a guest coming to house sit while I was away, groceries to buy and gifts to purchase for a pregnant friend who is due to give birth any second. Tahoe – or any reasonable facsimilie – would have to wait.
Lucky for me, I had agreed to meet another friend on Saturday for breakfast and an early morning activity so we could catch up. I hadn’t had a chance to visit her seen her since I attended her gorgeous wedding back in May at the Supreme Court of Canada. I really wanted to spend some time with my friend because I always enjoy her company, but I was so deep-down-body tired that I wondered whether I could really be present and fully engaged in the moment. My heart and mind wanted to go – my body definitely did not. It craved more sleep. Nevertheless, I packed a day bag and headed out. I am so glad I did.
My friend was feeling slightly stressed out about work, so she booked a massage appointment at Le Nordik a nature spa in the Gatineau Hills. I had been there twice before in winter, but my friend had never been and wanted to go. The plan was to go for the morning and come back home in the afternoon. That worked for me: sadly enough, I was already dreaming about an afternoon nap.
Though I definitely felt “crappy” when I left home, something about just being outdoors in the sun lifts your spirits. We had a fantastic big breakfast at a mom and pop diner and then drove over to Quebec. When we arrived at Le Nordik we headed straight for the Finnish sauna and steam bath. All around, soft twinkling music wafted gently through the warm air. Other patrons sauntered about in whispers. For the better part of the morning we talked, laughed (even though we were “shushed” by one assertive patron) and lounged in a succession of outdoor hot, temperate and cool pools surrounded by exquisite landscaping.
While my friend went for her massage, I collected my journal from my locker and headed straight for a woven straw hammock strung between 2 trees. I wrote nothing. An eagle circled overhead; a dragonfly zipped passed my head and drew my attention to the fact that the property was encircled by an enclave of tall mature trees gently swaying in the breeze. Several large and small Nordic-style waterfalls dotted the complex.
All of a sudden I realized that I was actually living my Tahoe. Though I was only 30 minutes from home I felt as if I were hours away in a remote location in the country at a rustic resort with friends. I smiled: I got exactly what I dreamed about. Why? Because, as I was once told in French: “le désir était pur” (the wish was pure). A francophone client said this so eloquently when she told me the story of receiving something as a gift that she had sincerely admired in a merchant shop window, but never expressed to anyone. (Story to be told in a future blog post).
I had my afternoon nap all right.
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