I’m surprised my daughters…
Don’t wonder why they didn’t grow up…
Without scissors stuck in each of their eyes…
Based on how they perceive me as a not-so-bright mom.
You know that concept out there that says…
Roles reverse in life…
First you change your kids diapers…
Then one day (God forbid)…
Your kids will have to change yours?
Well, trust me…
That process starts happening years earlier.
It seems the more mature they get…
The more immature they think I get.
Take this weekend for instance…
I’m leaving to seek out a dream idea…
One that’s been evolving in my mind…
For a year now–
A writer/spiritual retreat…
Down in Mexico
South of the Riviera
Not too far from Tulum…
And the ancient Mayan ruins.
The rain forest will be the backdrop…
For the house that sits a couple of hundred feet…
In front of the turquoise waters of the Mexican Caribbean.
“Mom! Are you nuts?”
“I’m just looking. I’m not buying anything.”
“That government can seize your property anytime they want.”
“Not true, but trust me, I’m just looking now.”
“You’ll wind up in jail or something.”
“Why? What do you think I’m going to do down there?”
“I don’t know, but something bad will happen.”
“Looking isn’t illegal.”
“But you’re easily swayed. You buy impulsively.”
“Only souvenirs from the women who sell those little plastic bobble-head turtles.”
“How will this retreat work?”
“I haven’t worked out all the details yet. I’m just fact-finding now.”
“Mom, this is crazy! Is this a midlife crisis you’re going through?”
“No, I’m planning my future.”
“Planning your future is checking out your Medicare health benefits and–“
“Enough! I am the mom here. You don’t have to worry. I know what I’m doing. And when I don’t, I’ll figure it out.”
Well, that was enough to stop their questions…
But not my brain.
There is a lot to consider.
Thankfully the realtor that I’m hooking up with is Canadian…
And has lived in this area for over 20 years.
And has started a wellness community in this area.
So…
I guess I know what my idea of a writer/spiritual retreat is…
But what would you, the readers of my blog want?
(May I assume you’d want to come?)
Would you want just a place to write/meditate in a beautiful setting?
Yoga available?
A full library of both books on writing like Donald Maas' books?
And spirituality books like Don Miguel Ruiz’s books?
Massages available?
A free Panama hat, ball cap, or floppy beach hat?
Well…
You tell me…
PLEASE!
And of course there’ll be delicious food available at all times.
If my brain hasn’t been kidnapped while I’m down there…
And I can get o the Internet…
I hope to post some pics.
Adios for now amigos and vaya con Dios.
Always, Em-Musing
1 comment:
I would want: Great food, clean comfortable bed, nightly optional writing workshop, woman-only environment (sorry men, but sometimes it's got to be just a girl thing), and of course the free t-shirt.
Let me know if you need a partner - I would love for my kids to lecture me too!
-Buffi
My Wonderfully Dysfunctional Blog
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