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On The Road. Again. |
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I'm Free!
I don’t have much time to explain. Once I made up my mind to take Myself on Tour again (yes, I AM that fucking cool), it all happened pretty fast. To give you an idea of just HOW fast, it was a Half Moon when I decided to see where my wanderings on the "One That Got Away" Tour take me (for those of you who aren’t on witch time, you might have to consult a moon chart).
There were many factors that went into this decision that I may or may not elaborate on someday, but basically my Soul runs this ship and when it barks a command, I obey.
The last time I hit the road, Phetasy was just a newborn website. Gas prices were insane and so was I after too many years ignoring the cry of my Soul in a bad marriage and a small town. I had a lot of credit, somebody bankrolling part of my trip and a partner-in-crime.
This time around, I have none of that. I still have the Babycar (thank God), my computer, an extremely large network of friends and family and about a thousand dollars. I don’t have a credit card, a sugar daddy or a back-up plan. Exhilarating, right??? I am curious to see where I’m going to be stuck when the funds run out…probably end up givin’ five dollar HJ’s at some truck stop in Barstow. Just kiddin’.
I have me and I think that’s quite enough. I have been blessed with an extraordinary amount of gifts—but with those gifts I also inherited a great responsibility: I owe it to myself to take risks, to push myself to the edge and to know that when I am chasing my tail, going nuts in a city I feel like I am suffocating in—I MUST honor my desire to get the fuck out.
I am testing the limits of my self-reliance, creativity, fearlessness and general faith that the universe knows what’s best. I don’t think I would have felt called to this quest if there wasn’t a higher purpose. My two readers get to come along for the ride…it ought to be a good one.
The good news is, while I am on this grand walkabout, I will have plenty of time to write about all the wonderful people, places and things I encounter.
The only rules of the “One That Got Away” Tour: You will never know where I am going, but you will always know where I’ve been. Right now I am sitting in an Amtrak station waiting to head to my next grand adventure, an adventure that fell in my lap out of the clear blue sky like a gift from the Great Spirit.
I stand at the crossroads. Like a scene out of a movie, a fellow wanderer plays the guitar, the sound bounces around the vaulted ceiling of the station. People mill around. An overweight black lady donning a bandana makes small talk with a young Hispanic lady and shoos a pigeon that just flew in the door. A creepy guy lurks across the room, leaning against the wall, trying to surreptitiously snap a picture of me with his camera phone. In The Movie of My Life, he’s the one extra I could do without but always seems to be there...the Director has his reasons I guess. Probably to set the tone or something...
There are moments in my life that I wish I could take the whole world with me and see things through my eyes, my past, my present, my options, my feelings---this is one of them. I promise to do my best to paint the picture with words. My perspective is all I have to offer. It ain’t much, but it’s the best I got.
Assuming the Babycar (my current home) and this computer are still here when I return from the Dust, you can start the countdown to the long five days until I am back in civilization. But right now, damn the Man, and as my new bandana'd black lady friend just said:
God Bless You.
Ha. Betcha didn't see that one coming.
I'm smiling. I hope you are, too. See ya on the Other Side.
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