I mentioned before that my Vancouver trip was so…so…
See? I still can’t find words. There was so much. And I’m still processing all of it, much to the chagrin of Nathaniel, Serena, and Eric who are likely sick to their eyeballs of hearing me wax rhapsodically about the trees there, or the way the sky looked, or…or… Well.
But here’s one thing. I met someone there, a blogfriend I’ve known online since sometime late last year. I knew she lived in Vancouver and emailed her before I got there, which is totally unlike me. After all, why make an overture like that to someone I barely know when they can read all about it in my blog afterward and then say to me, “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here?! I would have loved to meet you!” which is completely what I usually would do.
So this day wasn’t going to work, and that day was out, and then we went to Whistler and I was sans internetto for FOUR DAYS AND DID NOT CARE ONE WHIT, and when we got back into broadbandland I phoned her and lo and behold, she had time! That day! Which turns out never happens. I mean, this woman keeps herself busy. Which is wonderful.
So I went and met Isabella at her home office and spent a delightful 90 minutes with her drinking her tea and eating I think the best cantaloupe I have ever had (did I mention that everything on my trip tasted better than usual? Why is that?) and talking about reincarnation and other spiritual stuff and simply, well, connecting. It was wonderful.
And when I left she reached into her magical medicine bag and pulled out a tiny keychain in the shape of a Buddha and gave it to me. It’s on my key ring now, and for me it’s become a symbol of everything from the trip:
Transformation
Openness
Beauty
Growth
and of course, Love.
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