I am in Mexico.
Hubby and I drove down yesterday morning. We were greeted by a smooth-as-glass sea and short-sleeve weather in the high 70s. Bonus: In the group of 20 single-level condos, there are only three occupied. It feels downright sinful to have this slice of Paradise all to ourselves. The ocean water is very cold. After walking barefoot in the tide pools, I was eager to put on my thickest socks to warm my icy feet.
I brought a stack of novels and magazines, but instead sat in a chair on our patiodaydreaming and watching the birds dive into the ocean, admiring a long line of at least twelve dolphins swim slowly by. I breathed in and out, letting my thoughts go here and there, losing myself in the gentle movements of the ocean. I smiled thinking about happy hour with best friends the night before. I LOVE my bossy friends–the strong women who don’t just smile and nod, but instead snort and say, “You’re doing it wrong!” I was told I am too intrusive in my adult children’s lives, and more importantly that I am NOT allowed to wear sensible flat shoes to our son’s wedding in two weeks. “But I want to dance all night,” I whined. They patiently showed me photos of pretty shoes that would not hurt and would have hours of dancing built into them. Another friend has been coaching my diet, sending me great ideas of how she lost weight last Fall, and another friend tells me how bad my brassieres are every time I see her. To G, S, T, L, and L: I will stop starving myself, and I will go to the mall this week to buy pretty party shoes and a new bra. And I’ll consider not texting my children every day (not making any promises)! I’m honored to have your love and friendship.
Speaking of strong women, I re-watched Terms of Endearment for probably the twentieth time. You know, that old movie with Shirley Maclaine and Debra Winger. (I love the expanded viewing choices on Mexican Netflix.) The scene where Debra Winger gives her mom a small goodbye sign with her hand as she is dying gets me every time. I thought this movie was an appropo choice since this past week I’ve been negotiating a new situation of co-existing with our adult daughter. The film gave me lots to think about and induced some waterworks from yours truly.
I mopped up my tears after the movie and went out on the patio to say goodnight to the stars. Hubby and I gasped! It was so dark you could barely see your hand in front of your face, but the sky!!! The sky looked as if someone had thrown a hand full of diamonds onto black velvet. It’s been years since I had a proper view of the stars. The vastness and beauty felt overwhelming! I was filled with an immense sense of peace while breathing in the ocean air and admiring the sparkling heavens. I felt as if the Universe was giving me a big hug and telling me, “Everything is going to be okay.” (And I’m pretty sure I heard, “And wear comfortable shoes to the wedding.”)