Shake it Up: Settling into the Queendom
Written by Barbara
I didn’t realize how hard it would be to say yes. Well, to say much of anything at all.
Bridget, my travel companion, is a true connector. Outside of travels, she is a nurse practitioner: both friendly and chatty. On our way to Perth, she befriended a total of 8 other travelers. It was as though I was simply there for the show.
We arrive with plenty of time to check into our AirBnB so off we went, trekking and moving through a city we just met. We land in King’s Park, on the outskirts of Perth. This Park is brimming with activity. Parents tote their youngsters to the swing sets, watching as the boys and girls chased each other over gravel and grass. There is a warm cleanliness to the air as large black birds caw their way toward picnic tables and over the worm-ridden lawn. It’s summer here in Perth. The sky is big and blue and opens up over an expanse I can barely conceptualize. Families converge in their florals and flowing clothing, floppy sun hats and shades atop whitened smiles and laughter.
Trees seem to lean lovingly over the park’s simple movements of play and conversation. A boy with a pink ice cream cone and a greyhound pawing slowly alongside her master ease through the scenery like softly fallen leaves on a gentle river’s current. The sun slips out through branches, casting cool shadows for the park’s patron’s to enjoy. It is not quite eleven in the morning and the day is beginning to radiate with it’s expected warmth.
Moments earlier, our bags graced the edges of an outdoor patio at a local coffee shop. A long dark for me and a cream-topped iced coffee for Bridget. We were greeted by a French bulldog named Monty, grinning with his droopy, flapping face, spilling out onto the sidewalk to receive pats and scratches and love from us American women. His owner, a thin man who pulled at his trousers to see them higher up on his bony hips, offered us opinion on Perth. His past life as a professional polo player had taken him all over the USA and he took an immediate liking to our American accents.
I can easily wash away my inner dialogue in a place like this. I can allow the world wash over me and share an insider’s eye to lives I have never known to exist before this afternoon. I wonder how long that sensation will last? Can I continue to let go, forgive myself, and say yes to this very moment? And: is that what's most important?