Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm about to go on a week's vacation.  It has been incredibly difficult to carve out this time, and we have worries about leaving our dogs at the kennel, because they are old.  I'm tugged toward our new grandson and the help he might need or more to the point his exhausted parents.  There are voices in my head listing what I must not forget to bring and what I might be missing in my overstuffed bag.  Traveling rattles most of us.  At least the transition does.  So we talk ourselves down.  We don't watch airplane crash movies leading up to the trip.  We try to remember what it is that's nagging at us.  The phone cord?  Did we tell our son the right time to pick us up?

This is anxiety chattering at us like squirrels in a tree.  It's noisy, even though it's silent to the outer world.  And then you snap your seat belt and whatever didn't get done is lost, because the time for doing has come and gone and now you can just be.  Whatever you brought with you will do, or can be fixed once you get there.  

And in my case there will be no email or blog or phone calls.  Yes, I'll have my cell for important communications if necessary, but I'll be turned off, so to speak.  My eyes will take over and my senses, and the brain will be resting.  I plan to nap a lot and stare at the ocean and try not to eat too much.  I'll be in the warm water getting elemental, my dear Watson.