My New Best Friend

My last day in Acapulco–and I am spending much of it in my hotel room.

Yes, it happened to me. Late yesterday afternoon, I began to feel woozy, and my stomach was churning, and by evening I needed to be close to the toilet.

I’m better today–I may even go to a workshop in a little while–but Gatorade is still my best friend for the time being.

Of course, after several days of overcast skies and rain, today is gloriously sunny. The perfect day to sit by the pool–but naps in bed have felt better.

It has been wonderful to be here–to be with Emily last week, to see so many friends this week, and to be inspired by workshops and worship–but I was already feeling that I wanted to go home, even before this bout of traveler’s disorder.

Travel is delightful, but I am homebody at heart. I miss Jonathan, and Cocoa, and our yard (oh, the grass and weeds must be out of control!), and church (I hope I can hear Rev. Dr. Bill Willard–even after 14 hours of travel on Saturday). Maybe this illness is a gift–to help me slow down and begin to taste the gift of home.

Keep the Gatorade coming, and get me to the plane on time!

Published by

Robin Hawley Gorsline

Robin is a poet (claiming this later in life) and Queer Theologian--reflecting a soul of hope and faith and joy and justice/shalom. He is happily married to Dr. Jonathan Lebolt (20 years and counting), the proud parent of three glorious daughters (and grateful to two wonderful sons-in- law and a new one soon!), and the very proud "Papa" to Juna (6) and Annie (3).

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s