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I wrote this last week while on vacation.
I’d just finished reading the chapter on PLACE in “The Right to Write.” I read it three times, in fact, and still didn’t get it, so I won’t be explaining it to anyone else, but I decided to try to write about the place I was at that very moment and see where it took my thoughts.
* * *
I am sitting in an Adirondack chair
perched high on a hill
in deep shade,
gardens below.
Buses in parking lots
being boarded by tour groups,
seniors all.
Having had a good night’s sleep
and a smorgasbord breakfast,
they are setting out.
I, on the other hand,
am settling in,
four days with family,
all but one already here
and that last one
arriving by plane this afternoon.
Done it! Finally after years of trying
a family vacation,
the first since they grew and scattered.
A steady breeze
and a sense of accomplishment.
* * *
Every Thanksgiving and Christmas for the last few years, we would discuss the possibility of a summer gathering, but it never seemed to happen. I think we kept waiting for the perfect place, time, cost, etc. ALL procrastination has perfectionism at its root. Anyway, this year it all came together. When I mentioned our plans to a neighbor she said, “Oh, my family’s been talking about it for years, but we never seem to do it.” I was glad it wasn’t just us.
You’ll notice I haven’t written about where we went and what we did because it really isn’t about that. It’s about the people, gathering….wherever. But those details will likely appear in future posts.
Family Vacation – #1001 in my Gratitude Journal.
