Day 126: Rain and Rainbows

When morning came at the truck stop, it was cold and raining and my mood matched. For most of Thursday’s 140 miles, the clouds were fifty shades of gray, and often rather impressive if not imposing. I was tired, uncomfortable and stressed. (Still haven’t leaned to embrace it as it comes. I have this theory that I’m already without so much, I’m not willing to give up any more comforts, but that’s another post.

Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more rain and cold, the sun began to break through and there was a rainbow that got more and more intense as if saying, “See, it’s going to be okay.” And then I saw daffodils and I found my campsite and even backed myself down a slant in the growing darkness. All this began to happen shortly after I had a whiny talk with Karen, the woman I am meeting in person for the first time Friday… the woman from whom I purchased the bus. When I need someone to make me put on my big girl panties, she never fails me. 

There were so many gifts, so many impressions to this day. I have lost the list I was keeping … but some of them were the angle who stopped a whole line of traffic to ask me if I was okay when I pulled over to the side of the road to let people pass, the man who I shared a breakfast table and a few words with, and the man who put air in my tires. There was the beauty blue of Jordan Lake where this campground is located compared to all the rivers that had brown water. I saw many water towers that I always thought of as extraterrestrial, so many deserted homes and businesses, and huge dragonfly looking machines that stretched across entire cotton fields.

I got to a remote exchange of tarot for Reiki, and began mentoring a 57-year-old women in tarot who was so glad I wasn’t a young witch.

I have many details to figure out - including where I go from here, and how I cope with the cold and rain – but tonight I let myself totally unwind and nap after dinner … which is why I’m awake at 3am.