This morning, I was thinking about retreat centers on the west coast of the U.S. and how going there seems a bit more doable, since my trip to Portland. I thought about what I'd do this summer if I won the lottery and didn't have to work: I'd go spend time at the Grunewald Guild and while I was in the neighborhood (i.e., the state of Washington), I'd head to Holden Village.
I was thinking about ecotourism and the kind of tourism where people go to do good deeds. I thought about my kind of tourism, going to retreat centers and cathedrals and places of spiritual intentional living. I felt a brief moment of sorrow thinking about how I'd love to go to Iona with my mom--but Iona is so isolated that it might not be a good idea. She has some medical issues with her heart which don't usually affect her ability to live her normal life, but traveling to a place that's far from good medical care might not be wise.
Is Iona far from good medical care?
I lay in bed, thinking, note to self: do that international travel before old age makes it impossible. My work responsibilities make a long trip across oceans/time zones less easy, and when I am older without work responsibilities, old age might interfere.
Or maybe I'll be that feisty old lady who inspires everyone to live their best life.
And then I realized that my bucket list at this point consists mainly of trips to monasteries and retreat centers. I suspect when I am that feisty old lady, I may make time for the occasional trip to an international city that has an interesting art retrospective or food festival. But if I never get around to seeing Rome, I may not be sad.
If I don't get to see Iona, I will be sad.
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