I was able to go away for almost an entire week. It was for a conference of the AABC (American Association of Birth Centers). I left near sunset on my daughter’s Birthday. We had already celebrated a bunch with a trip to Ojo, yummy homemade pudding pie, gifts on our sun-soaked patio, I was packed and ready to go.
The drive to Albuquerque was with the sun in my eyes through the canyon, but the trees were positively glowing in the fall light. Golds and yellows – you know that feeling and I have certainly written about it – beauty you want to consume! I listened to music in my quiet car, almost unable to believe that I was alone. No children. Nobody. Strange and even surreal. I’m not sure I have spent significant time alone in over 17 years. (I mean more than a few hours.) Imagine.
I enjoy it too.
It is always so interesting to leave our little town. Flying into a different culture – and Florida could certainly be a different culture. A different country. Tropical, humid. It smells a bit mildewy. Louder, maybe. I surely didn’t see very much. The inside of the resort hotel and snippets and some minutes and walks on the beach. Sunrise and Sunset.
Lots of workshops, meetings. Administrative and Clinical. New faces and some I knew. I love that sort of thing. I love the knowledge, the newness and my feeling of wanting to soak it all in. Again – that consume thing.
So I gathered it up to take home with me.
It is now in a glass beer stein given to Falko by his grandfather. He’s a bit worried that the shells may scratch it. I promised him they wouldn’t. So I woke up early, drank coffee from thick white mugs, ate the resort’s breakfast, and took notes and more notes.
I worked up the courage to finally meet some new midwives on the last night. Ordered a beer and a burger and we sat outside near the sand trading stories in the very lukewarm and thick night air. Love the stories and the similarities among midwives. We all share the same trials. The same joys. The work.
We’re not so alone in this after all.