DAY 424: Heading North

Today I begin my journey back to New England. It will be a slow race of 125 or so miles a day (which can take up to four hours, depending on the route) to arrive in time for a few happenings. Now I am glad I didn’t fight my intuition and spend this past week frantically trying to find host locations along the route. Now the plan is truck stops all the way to Stockbridge, MA. That first martini shared with my sister and brother-in-law will be blissful.

I did more shadow work this winter, and connected to themes I realize have been running throughout my life. Remember when I said I wanted to find my daisy self? Well, I did, I just didn’t know it at first. But then again today, I caught myself listening to music, walking around barefoot, wearing tie dye tops and no makeup, hair pulled up, no bra, and mesmerized by the moon. In my 60s I wanted to get back to the ’60s. For that to happen, I need to make the music rock ’n’ roll, and add in drugs, sex, and a demonstration or two. 

There was more I meant to write about; I never told you about quirky Crossroads or that after I drove the bus for half an hour the mechanic found the leak and fixed it in about three minutes (it was the line replaced last year at that garage in Florida), about all the interesting people I’ve met here, or how special this place is.

Yesterday I finally forced myself to do a tiny caulking job I promised myself I would do before I left. When you’ve only got the tube and no tools, your borrow a gun and let cardboard and fingers replace putty knives and sand paper. Now I have no excuse not to paint the walls where the bench seat was. By giving away two large rubber mats, I no longer have to look at a project that turned out to be a failed attempt. 

OK … can’t stall any longer … firing up Karma and taking to the byways.