H and I just got back from a trip to Canada, specifically Sooke, BC. I won a gift certificate at work last Christmas to stay in any of these Canadian chains of hotels. I learned very quickly after exciting the ferry that Sooke is not pronounced, “Sookie,” but like the zook in gadzooks. Sook. It looks like it should be pronounced Sookie, but you will definitely get a weird vibe from locals if you do not pronounce it correctly. Sooke (repeat out loud: Soooook, if you are still reading it as Sookie in your head) is about 40 minutes up from Victoria. It seemed silly to get passports for H and I, and take a ferry to the edge of Canada, but I’m all for taking some small adventures. Originally the name was actually, “T’sou-ke,” for the first nation there, first nation being what Canadians would term what we would call Native Americans. Sooke is situated across from a harbour (ocean running in) and northern Sooke, which is a curly cue extension of land running in a kind of c-shape. Really, look it up on a map, it is a bit hard to describe. Or check out the view from our room. We’re on the main Sooke side, the harbour is next, and then you see north Sooke on the other side. This view changed with the time of day. It was quite exquisite to watch:
The ferry sitch was rough. I was late and not knowing what to expect, I hustled all our stuff and H in the stroller and booked it to the ticket window. You have to drive on, the attendant said. I went into mom freak out mode, I knew H would bawl and I did not want to unload everything back in the car. So I asked if someone could drive my car on for me (yes I did!) and if I could just walk onto the ferry. This was a bad idea as getting up and above from the car area is only accessible by stairs, the vessel was build in 1959. They obliged me anyways and it all worked out. My car was the last car out and as I was chasing after a toddler during the hour and a half ride to Canadian soil, I did not think to go potty, er, to the bathroom. Soooo, I had to pee very badly when we finally hit the customs drive through. Then the customs agent proceeded to tell me that I needed either H’s birth certificate with just my name on it (this is vital so all agencies can see that the dad has no rights whatsoever), or a letter of some sort. Well…I pulled the crazy mom card again, not purposefully, I just was stressed. I have to pee, I have a toddler in the back, and my mapquest is not working, I said. What can you do to help me? This makes me laugh, I don’t know how I turned the situation back on the poor customs dude, but I did! He let me use their restroom and another agent gave me directions to Sooke (Sooooook!). I did not have service in Canada, I failed to think of that before traveling. I had to rely on old fashioned directions. The Victorians in Canada were very kind, I had to ask three different people how to reach Sooke. In Sooke I had to ask someone at a petrol station where the hotel was. It was stressful but kind of empowering to find my way around this way. I thought about calling my carrier to get service, but then thought, what the hell? I didn’t want to go back to Victoria, I just wanted to stay in small lil Sooke. The older I get the more I feel drawn to small towns and N A T U R E, and that is the very definition of Sooke:
This was French Beach, another 20 minutes up from Sooke. H loves rocks! He was in his own little rock heaven, I believe we could have stayed hours longer.
The hotel was insane. Very posh for this girl. I brought my mat and managed to get a few yoga seshes in, although doing yoga with a toddler is intermittent, you get interrupted a lot. I wasn’t in my normal yoga groove. I was dealing with some feelings during this trip too, I wanted to just let go and have fun. Not even fun, I just wanted to let go and B E. I saw someone holding their hand out of their car on the way to the ferry in WA, and I thought, this is how I was to be. Just letting go and enjoying the world.
I did have a great trip, I was just battling some old demons. I am really scared about my future with H. I am so taken care of right now, but I am on the fence between getting a big girl job or pursuing yoga. Every fiber in my being wants to pursue yoga. I also can’t escape the huge sum in student loans I have, not having a substantial pay check, or not having any type of retirement savings for the future. It all feels so insurmountable right now. What am I going to do? Yesterday and today I really dug in on prayer and focus. I taught yesterday and was scattered (three peeps besides my mom showed, yay!), but still a good teaching experience. I had a great yoga practice this morning, and am starting a new class for two weeks from yesterday. I am on a new mantra for the next 40 days: Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha, Ganesh removing all obstacles and opening up the root chakra. I’m thinking of switching my nights from streaming shows to practicing yoga and reading before bed. I feel like if I put my spirituality first all else will be okay. And sobriety. Back to a meeting tonight, I am so looking forward to it. A week away from meetings is too long for this drunk!
And lastly I somehow signed up to do this writing challenge, Wilsonville Writes! You write a chapter and then pass it on to the next person. I seem to get a fuller and fuller life. It is all good, I just don’t want to spread myself too thin, and again I still worry about taking care of H and myself for the long term. Our master teacher in teacher training, Jen used to say that fear is the opposite of love. How can love crowd out fear in my situation?
As it alludes to in the title, more Sooke/Washington stuff next post!
Peace and love. May Ganesh remove any obstacles you are struggling with!
4 thoughts on “OH CANADA PART 1”
Sooke is a beautiful spot!
It really is, I’m glad we stumbled upon it!
you know, sometimes i find that ANY type of movement is good…and I mean not just physical but forward. MY favorite BB quote is “answers will come if your own house is in order”…and for me that means to just keep moving ahead, doing the next indicated action, and things just generally fall into something like a place…or at least a place where i can see what might be my next option.
sounds like a lovely vacation..
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I was JUST thinking of this! Do the next right thing, this saves me, thanks for the reminder! It was a good vac a!