Our voyage “back” had two legs to it, at least in flight
path terms, San Francisco to Auckland (NZ), followed by Auckland to Melbourne.
Breaking up the travel time this way actually made the journey a relatively seamless
whole. There were no real extremes of physical fatigue or psychic numbness.
Rather, we were both more present in a good way, tuned in to the travel and not
compelled to tune out any exigencies.
The familiarity of coming back was both calming and exciting. The sense of place we steeped ourselves in
while here before was a beckoning friend even before we were on our way back.
Once on the ground and moving through customs, the sense of “it’s like we never
left” was palatable, and touched us strongly.
Ann’s bag not arriving with us was barely a ripple in just
going with the flow: Skybus, Southern Cross Station, V-Line Country Train
tickets for the next day, walk to hotel fittingly named Vibe, and then back to
streets in search of the holy culinary grail of Shanghai St. Dumpling. Yum !
I suppose an element of any good story is its “you had to be
there moments” in its making. When the story thread is woven with both been
there and being there, it becomes an especially rich personal tapestry. The rich timelessness of the precise moment
is book-ended by the before at the “beginning” and the what’s next at the other
“end.”
Ann has written about our friend Otha, a Sudanese refugee
living in Warrnambool, who speaks the need to close one’s legs: one can not
have one leg in one place and the other leg in another somewhere else. You have
to close your legs and be where you are.
It is not that way for me though, as I feel grounded in both the world
of Chico and that of Warrnambool. The
sense of community and belonging of each may be unique, but both have self in
common in how they manifest.
The train trip from Melbourne to Warrnambool the next day is
another trip back in time, of immediate newness, and future what to come. I remember years ago having the same sensation
taking the train again from Paris to Dijon after a long absence. The view into each back yard, the expanse of
fields, and the graffiti of the underpasses seemed to have an exceptional
clarity. Interior and exterior vision of
a moment in time coming together with timeliness of memory.
Enough said, for I can’t adequately put into words the
fullness of being here, and the awareness of there that is integral to it.
We are met at the station by Kristy, whose car we are given to
use while here, and taken to Jacqui’s at whose house we are staying while she
heads off to Nepal on Christmas Day. Visit with former neighbors Deb and Wayne
to check out their garden’s bounty. Beach walk this morning, delicious Christmas lunch
with Juli and David and family, and post meal foreshore walk with Paul. A bit of Ann and Andy down time at the
moment, soon to be followed by kangaroo and koala spotting at dusk when we
visit our dear friend Tower Hill.
We are amongst friends.
Thank you all for that timeless gift.
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Jacqui welcomes us to her home with an American flag. |
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First Christmas morning walk on the beach - cool and blustery. |
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Second Christmas day beach walk with our friend Paul. |