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View From My Top Bunk of A DC Hostel

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View From My Top Bunk of A DC Hostel

Just over two months ago, I made my way to Washington, D.C. on a train alone.

It always amazes me how life throws you bones. I won passes to a yoga conference in Arlington and I truly don’t even recall entering the raffle. The email appeared on an August day and it was just what I needed once October rolled around.

This fall proved to be one that I bumped up against my edges more times than I felt comfortable with. With two major transitions for my children (to Kindergarten and Preschool) coupled with Sean adding a part-time writing job that involved deadlines to his already full-time workload, I felt crumbly and crackly. Too many transitions for just a few short weeks. But we made it through!

Here’s what I can remember from my adventure…

When I’m out of the house and out of my norm (In this season of my life, I spend most of my time taking care of little children at home and working at home), I marvel at how many people I share this world with. SERIOUSLY how MANY people. I feel like I’m seeing with new eyes when I’m out and alone. A major reframe.

How have I missed all of this activity?

Observing people in motion, in a hurry, in a flurry…on their way.

I remember vividly feeling this way once I started working in the city again after my maternity leave – as if I’d been in the slow lane and somehow was propelled on a highway but I was in a wagon.

Where’s everybody going? I thought.

I live in a bubble of simplicity and all I long for is simplicity yet I don’t even realize that’s my life until I step into the complex web that is the world.

Here’s a note I wrote to sean from the trip:

Dear Sean,
I’m terribly sorry for being so selfish & so dramatic.
I really miss you guys. It’s excruciating to be away & has been all day but I’m sure this is healthy for all of us. I love you!

 

After my SEPTA/Amtrak adventure, I arrived in Washington’s Union Station and hopped the D.C. city bus to Adams Morgan. My dad never drove when we were kids, so it usually feels most natural to hop on a crowded city bus and settle in for the ride. I always think of it as the best tour in a new city – the windows are so BIG on the bus!

I was super nerdy and excited as I entered the High Road hostel with my yoga mat. Everyone was so youthful and hipster. I didn’t care how much I didn’t fit in! I checked in and headed out for dinner and beer with my journal and I adored every second. I love dining out alone and I always thought that was the best part of work travel.

I came back to the hostel to snuggle up alone on my top bunk, read and write. It was 8pm on a bustling street in Adams Morgan and I had a feeling I’d need my earplugs.

High Road Hostel

I was the first one asleep and the first one to leave my 6 person dorm at 6am the next day. I walked to a breakfast spot and jumped over trash and rats from the partying that ended just a few hours prior. I squealed and gagged. It was disgusting. I started to miss home and thought of my treasured early morning ritual in my little piece of the planet.

After coffee and a breakfast I’d rather forget, I checked in with my people who were getting ready to hit the soccer fields for the Saturday morning games. Ping…awww man. I missed them.

Hopped my ride to Arlington where I spent the day with yogis in a university setting and also had my photos taken! Part of the winning the trip was winning a yoga photo shoot! It was too much fun.

All photos from here down are by Mina Habibi.

Willing myself NOT to tip over for this photo!

I remember a loving-kindness focused class that had me in tears as we circled with our hands resting in the center of the next person’s back.

I remember a class on Spiritual Activism that challenged the way equality is defined and measured. I remember being encouraged to think about who we are vs. who we think we are.

I remember having oh so much fun with the amazing photographer Mina!

Corinne, this one’s for you!

But most importantly, I remember the clarity I got just by being away from my normal life for 24 hours.

: )

I spent three uninterrupted hours quietly making my way back to Philadelphia. Thinking about my time away and listening to two of my favorite podcasts. The first one was this one. And the second one was this one.

That second one really made me remember what I was thinking about the night prior – how much  privilege I have had my entire life. Stories like these make me motivated to keep going and when I think it’s too much, to simply remember all of the resources that I have access to, to use them and be grateful for them, but to also be the resource for someone else.

Everything that had worn me down in the weeks leading up to the trip still remained once I’d returned home, but everything inside of me had shifted.

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Why Do I Write? I Read!

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Why Do I Write? I Read!

Parenting books on mothering and home centered simplicity. YUM. Spiritual books, psychic development books, business books, soap books. YES, PLEASE. These are the topics I devour. So, so many amazing books being written and obviously have been written. I have an insatiable thirst to learn these topics. I feel magnetically drawn to them.

Give me a book on war and I may fall asleep. Sports – OMG same. Sean is pursing a football writer side hustle and I fall asleep reading his articles on X’s and O’s! What kind of a wife am I? Instead of beating myself up (and instead of telling him this 😉 ) I stick to what I’m interested in and just keep learning. I am now and always will be a student. I am so grateful for all of the teachers in the world – both traditional and non-traditional teachers for their bravery to record the words they see to be true and share with the world giving students such as myself so much satisfaction. My endless curiosity thanks them over and over again.

I find old books and treasure them. I mark them up with my notes and journal about the nuggets I learn in amazement. My brain thinking faster than my pen as thoughts form from being privileged to learn another’s opinion.

A spark ignites and a click in my brain…OH! I think. How interesting to know this. To think these thoughts. To see it this way. At the risk of being ridiculed, criticized, they write. Authors on topics so dear to them, stories bubbling up, they share and they radiate. I’m a consumer. I consume the thoughts of experts, of gurus, of everyday moms and dads, of business people, of people with their story, people with their tips and tricks and zest for life. People who see and speak and write in poems. I live for their writing, their words. From that, combined with my personal experiences, come my words. So I write.

Where’s the Quiet?

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Where’s the Quiet?

It’s 6:20 am on Saturday, I’ve already done a morning meditation and started drinking my coffee. Normally I LOVE to devour books at this time of the morning but I’m committed to this blog and really need to set some more pieces of it up. So I open my laptop and start logging in. I start thinking. The gears are turning. I work on a quick post idea draft in 5 minutes. My brain is on already.

Then it happens. THE KIDS ARE UP. Crap. How are they up already? How do they never sleep? How is this possible? Good for everyone I’m feeling balanced today, otherwise this occurrence may send me into an anxious place that can last the whole day.

Sean and I have a deal. He can have from 5:30-8:30 am uninterrupted so I can leave for yoga at 8:30 am. It’s my turn to get the kids. I run upstairs with the sips of coffee I have left and find the cutest kids in the universe standing at the door of a pitch black room on the verge of freak out. They are half-awake and confused and starting to scream. We all snuggle back into bed. My thoughts are with my computer. I try to shut that down and be grateful for the 1/2 hour of uninterrupted time that I really enjoyed already today.

I’ll give it 15 minutes. If they don’t fall back to sleep, we’ll all start our day together. It doesn’t work. They are AWAKE. We start singing silly songs and make our decent downstairs.

There is no guarantee to time around here. Ever. It’s so hard to accept sometimes. I cannot think or focus unless there is quiet. I can’t work on blog stuff, make soap or pay bills when the kids are talking to me. Can anyone? Instead of wishing I had more time, I try to accept this maddening opportunity to be present yet again.

It’s gonna be a great day!