The night before I have to do anything, I wake up a lot. This was followed by fine tuning the astrological auspices of a trip. Yes, I know that Mercury is Retrograde, but this is a trip I have been trying to take for years, and have gotten part way out several times, so I figure it falls within the area of repeating something, doing something over and returning to an unfinished idea. Anyhow, I wanted to put happy Leo on the Ascendant instead of mopey Cancer, so I asked my friend from Chicago to put off leaving first thing to mid morning.
I left my house at 10:13 am, but by the time I had picked her up, done a few last minute errands, we got going out of the area entirely at noon. Including stopping for picnics, road construction, sleeping sitting up for a couple of hours before dawn and touring every highway rest area along the way, we made it to Chicago in well under 24 hours. I only did about 5 hours of the driving, but I did about 4 hours of the sleeping, and 8 or so of the talking.
Coming up to Buffalo we encountered a dramatic storm, the sky changing her mind every few minutes. From the West, we were treated to a peach and golden layering that made me wish I had packed desert instead of entirely sensible food, and to the East an angry, boiling bubble bath in Payne's grey and viridian.
I think I have burned through the adrenaline, and am grateful to have a peaceful place to sleep for a couple of nights among friends.
Today after long naps, We rode down to the Lakeshore and enjoyed the sight of happy people fishing, ambitious people hustling, children oblivious to the kind of world this can be and some glorious turquoise water. I noticed a feeling. What was that. Oh. I felt cheerful.
It seems good to notice the feelings of peace and contentment when they arise precious amid change and uncertainty, they leave an aftertaste of appreciation that helps with the occasional anxieties that share space with them. Probably less watching the news helps, too.
The convergence of events, people needing a place to be, and me needing a nudge to get moving have gotten me this far. I'm leaving the door ajar for what keeps me going, not certain what that is yet, but maybe I'll get a clue along the way.
I left my house at 10:13 am, but by the time I had picked her up, done a few last minute errands, we got going out of the area entirely at noon. Including stopping for picnics, road construction, sleeping sitting up for a couple of hours before dawn and touring every highway rest area along the way, we made it to Chicago in well under 24 hours. I only did about 5 hours of the driving, but I did about 4 hours of the sleeping, and 8 or so of the talking.
Coming up to Buffalo we encountered a dramatic storm, the sky changing her mind every few minutes. From the West, we were treated to a peach and golden layering that made me wish I had packed desert instead of entirely sensible food, and to the East an angry, boiling bubble bath in Payne's grey and viridian.
I think I have burned through the adrenaline, and am grateful to have a peaceful place to sleep for a couple of nights among friends.
Today after long naps, We rode down to the Lakeshore and enjoyed the sight of happy people fishing, ambitious people hustling, children oblivious to the kind of world this can be and some glorious turquoise water. I noticed a feeling. What was that. Oh. I felt cheerful.
It seems good to notice the feelings of peace and contentment when they arise precious amid change and uncertainty, they leave an aftertaste of appreciation that helps with the occasional anxieties that share space with them. Probably less watching the news helps, too.
The convergence of events, people needing a place to be, and me needing a nudge to get moving have gotten me this far. I'm leaving the door ajar for what keeps me going, not certain what that is yet, but maybe I'll get a clue along the way.
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