All the fruit bats at Animal Kingdom were just hanging in the trees. Oh how I envied them. As much as I was enjoying seeing all the animals, from the blind mole rats to the Gorillas, it was the bats that reminded me what a big part of vacations are about.
We’ve been running since we got here yesterday morning. And it’s been great, we got up at 5:30 to catch the early safari at Animal Kingdom. I danced with the African drummers and both Jon and I danced to the Indian Bollywood music. We told each other we’d only spend a few hours at Animal Kingdom than sit by the pool and go out to dinner later in the evening. But one thing led to another and by the time we got back to the hotel it was 3pm. That gave us two hours of relaxing before catching the bus to Downtown Disney for dinner. And in that two hours my mind started to go to a dark place.
We keep saying we’re going to take some time and sleep late and just sit by the pool, but I have a fear it may never happen. I think it’s something we have to really work to do. It’s too easy to get up and run from park to park. It’s not so easy to take it easy. I think part of it is that when I stop, especially after doing a lot of running around, my mind keeps going. And if it has nothing to keep it busy, if it’s not being stimulated by castles and crowds and gorillas and tigers, then it goes off on its own tangents. I remember one of my yoga teachers calling it Monkey Mind. That about says it, only my Monkey Mind tends to lean towards the dark side of things.
But I’m determined not to let my Monkey Mind keep me from relaxing. So tomorrow Jon and I have plans to relax. Both of us are constantly trying to sabotage this plan by coming up with things to do. I mean, who wants to hang around with a Monkey Mind when you can be on the Peter Pan Ride or even the Haunted House. But it’s not going to happen if I can help it. Besides going to Epcot for dinner, the day is going to be spent, reading and lying around, napping, and eating. And I’ll be ready when those dark and guilt ridden stories try to interrupt my day. I brought a book of Mary Oliver poems just for that reason. (Her poetry usually grounds me). And I’ll think of those fruit bats too. Wrapping their wings around them and tucking their noses under them, like a vampire warding off the daylight. Only I’ll be welcoming the sunshine and warm blue skies, my mind and body at ease and rest. At least for a day.