A few moments ago, as I stepped outside in the dark, cold night, I saw an enormous shooting star. It was super bright and lasted an amazingly long time…enough to streak across half the sky in my field of vision…so I took it as a Magical sign. A sign of what I am not yet sure…but this writing is what I was heading into my office to write, so here I go…
As many of you know, I have been traveling across the country in my van, Ruby, this summer and fall. I had a most wonderful adventure, saw many old friends and met many new ones. I camped in state parks, national parks, BLM land, national forests, and yes, even a few Walmart parking lots…which are wonderfully convenient when there are no other options (24hour bathrooms and almost anything you could possibly need a few feet away).
Originally I had planned to go all the way to the Pacific northwest, which was another 1,200+ miles from where I revised my itinerary in the middle of Colorado. I spent a couple of weeks with a friend I had met in Peru a few years back, in a sweet little town in central Colorado. We had a wonderful time together and it felt like paradise in this progressive, like-minded community. One of my favorite experiences was being introduced to Qigong which I absolutely loved, and I am looking forward to learning more about it! I saw so many awe-inspiring places and met so many amazing people, but there was something missing… The love of my life.
It seemed everywhere I went there were couples and families having fun together. Although this was a long-standing dream of mine…to travel around the country in my sweet little van-home, fully provisioned for nearly any adventure that could possibly call to me, I missed my beloved. He has been such a good sport with my “fiercely independent” ways but this trip was somehow different. I realized how much I missed my partner and also my community of friends and family. So, instead of continuing west, I turned south. I spent some time in Arizona and then turned Ruby east, toward the rising sun. In fact, I drove nearly as far east as I could possibly go without falling off the edge of the earth. And so here I am….literally, in a place known as “down east” that I am happy to now call home.
Thanksgiving, a tradition-charged holiday that rolls around late November every year is only one day, yet a powerful reminder that we have so many things to be Grateful for….each and every day. I am especially grateful for the people in my life that I love and that love me, and as someone dear to me would say…that makes me very rich and I agree!
I am grateful to my dear friend and Unity minister Catherine, who has focused her magical teachings on Gratitude over the past few weeks. It wasn’t until now that I felt like sharing the tale of my journey with Ruby. I am inspired by the overwhelming sense of Gratitude for helping me to remember the most important things in life. LOVE prevails! What’s your love story?
