Day Ten - The Oracle, the Mountain and the Lone Wolf

Yes I skipped day nine. It was a glorious, sunny day and I did almost nothing. It felt indulgent, riddled with guilt and a lack of appreciation for my surroundings BUT what a luxury to be at complete peace. No schedule to follow. Nowhere I had to be. I had no desire to be around humans. Didn't have it in me to surround myself with noise or chatter... just silence. Silence to absorb every bit of calm, spirit and the wild nature that I just recently removed my physical body from.
I did step out to see the light of day, stretch my little legs that still plague me with pain. My knees ache with every staircase I'm forced to take in this mountain town. 

I will say that Whistler Village is the epic centre of the cool and wild, the attractive and athletic, the young and the free and probably not a place I should have chosen for alone time. It's a haven for dogs and dog owners, a patio paradise and a foodie's fantasy come to fruition. A great mecca for the adventurous and those that aspire to be. It actually happens to be the beginning of the Crankworx Festival. 

The elite and the accomplished, best of the best mountain bikers from all over the world here to compete and to celebrate. Despite all the athletic, healthy and ruggedly handsome bikers everywhere I just want to retreat back to my room and drink my wine in solitude. Not sure if I'm failing socially or perhaps it's a sign of maturity or old age. Oh God. Next I'll be wearing granny gitch and slacks hahaha

I went shopping at the Oracle and the Art Gallery until I was hungry and thirsty.

With the exception of this place, so many food choices and I just want salad and wine. Alone. In my room. The lone wolf retreating into my den to quietly lick my wounds. I'm feeling introspective, spiritual and creative. Connected in mind, body and soul. Perhaps the time in the woods and by the sea did in fact ground me and bring me the clarity of mind and the soul cleanse that I was seeking. Seven days unplugged. In the arms of mother earth and under the blanket of Grandfather sky. Alone yet supported and accepted by my soul sisters. The wild, warrior women that battled the elements alongside me. Our own little empowered army of trail walkers with our animal allies finding our way through the fog, conquering the roots of our doubts, acknowledging the significance of every step forward and embracing the power of the here and the now... and each other. Shit, that's deep. Haha

Whistler has served its purpose and provided lessons. Expensive lessons but worth every penny. Surrounded in beauty, finding my calm and now making my way home where I belong. Where my heart is, with my family and my doggo. Blessed I am to share my life with them and with you. Blessed I am to live a life of adventure and exploration. Blessed I am to see what I've seen. Blessed I am to have legs that support me and feet that are willing to keep moving one after the other. Grateful I am to wake up and live. The universe will only give you more when you are truly grateful for all that you have. I am grateful indeed.