Funny thing about traveling. I often go to great effort, expense and use tons of time to search out new experiences in far-off lands – and yet – sometimes the best moments are the ones that happen in our own backyards…like last night.

A pod of Orcas decided to put on a show while sporting their crisp whale tuxedoes, all less than 200 meters from our deck. They made their bulk inconsequential as they slapped those big tails and dove and surfaced with dancer-like ease.  Kevin and I stood on the deck clapping and drinking wine and wondering how we could be so lucky.

And then this morning as Marney Coulter led our Yoga By The Sea class through a series of downward dogs and planks and other asanas, I thought about different retreats that I’ve found on the internet, that promise relaxation and strengthening at their special million-dollar retreats, and in between breathing out big, fat OHMs…I think…hmmmm…the pass I purchased for these classes and the five-minute drive from my house to this gorgeous space is a pretty sweet deal.

And so, today I watch the wind whip up frothy waves and I’m happy knowing that I have the space in my life to write.

And I roll and twist on my big bouncy exercise ball and reflect on how how traveling enriches my life…especially when I barely leave home to do it.