It's been days since I had phone and internet, so this is a summary to catch you up.

While driving through Massachusetts, my odometer turned over from 99999.9 to 00000.0. I was going up a hill with traffic behind me, and my attempt to catch it on video was a failure. I did piss off drivers when I pulled over as far as I could to take this picture. No way was I not documenting the milestone. My guess is it's the third time it's turned over ... maybe the fourth. At the moment, it's reading 109.2 miles.

Friday would have been the first day of a Mabon retreat I had attended for 12 consecutive years. Not having that weekend in sacred space with 20+ other witches celebrating the second harvest and the equinox is leaving me a bit off kilter. As you might already know, I'm an energy whore. We raised powerful energy in circle each day, and I would absorb as much of it as I possibly could, using it to ease my way into the dark half of the year. I was able to have visits with two of the witches that would also have been there this weekend, which was comforting but just not all I wanted.

Then, the route my GPS took me from the Connecticut border to Middlefield, avoiding highways, was a drive down Memory Lane. I drove past places I worked, metaphysical stores I frequented, favorite restaurants, towns I lived in, monuments I wrote articles about, and a mountain I once crossed in a blinding blizzard. I drove over a river I photographed one fall decades ago that earned me a blue ribbon in a county fair, past one of my most beloved trees, the house I grew up in, and the house my mother grew up in. I was no longer the slim, sexy single driving a sports car nor a mom in a minivan driving past my past, but a badass blitch in a bus driving her dream. I am still processing the sights and the feelings they invoked.

Yesterday and today I have visited with family, reliving more memories I will take south with me.