It's a new word combination I created this week after a riveting conversation over dinner at the fine restaurant we chose to attend.
The menu had many delicacies; seafood, beef, pork and...hen.
Me: "groan. What will I eat? They all sound equally unappealing. I guess I could have cornish hen. I think that's like a chicken, but is it a female?"
Life Partner: "I don't know, I thought all chickens were female."
Me: "What? Then what's a rooster?"
LP: "A male chicken I guess, but I'm pretty sure they kill all the male chickens and we just eat the females."
Me: "WHAT? I've been eating the females? God...females have a hard enough time in this world, if I'd have known that, I wouldn't be eating it. Why don't we eat the male chickens?"
LP: "They're tough or taste bad or something...I don't know! I'll google it when we get back."
Me: " New York strip it is -well done"
This conversation was one highlight of many meaningless silly conversations that took place over this week away in paradise.
Although our lives have been filled with so many difficult challenges, losses, and moments of despair, It appears as though we've crossed over to a place where none of it matters any more. We get away, live in the moment, check in at home every few days, and live in a place of awareness of all that is, but have faith that it will all take care of itself in perfect time.
It is the moments of travel, where I get to go to the places and have the experiences that I've read about in adventure magazines for decades, that I know I'm living my life to it's absolute fullest.
I have the privilege of being with someone who will travel with me, jump into the deep blue sea to swim amongst the whale sharks after rising in the wee hours of the morning, who will scuba dive in a cenote through terrifying cavernous tunnels with just a flashlight to show the way...being by my side, fearlessly, while I find my way on this journey of self discovery.
Traveltherapy. I highly recommend it.
