“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
I’m not known for keeping things simple.
And so it was that I drove, ferried and flew home to Ottawa for a week from Cortes Island to attend my brother’s long planned birthday and the long awaited Wanderlust Tremblant.
Though slightly amusing, I won’t bore you with the details of the difficulties associated with coming and going from Hollyhock. It’s either expensive or complicated, but either way it’s long. Suffice to say once you arrive, try to stay.
In the end, it was very much worth it. I saw my friends, my family, and my much-loved dog. I was able to join the yoga community from Ottawa, Montreal, and Toronto come together in bilingual bliss in Mont-Tremblant. There were so many friends, and people I’ve been waiting to meet I couldn’t hug them all. I took classes and taught some, and was very much privileged to be part of this inaugural event. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
I was also inexplicably emotional and overjoyed at the sight of my little green truck in the Comox airport parking lot. It was good to see this old friend, and it felt quite a lot like coming home. For the past two months, my car has been home. Providing shelter, transportation, and nourishment. I enjoyed very much reconnecting over the past week, but I also enjoyed the feeling of being alone, again. Me, and the open road.