DAY 426: R&R In Pittsboro
Today was a other 125 or so miles to a Boondockers Welcome site. I was up most of last night with an intentional plague that was treated with ginger tea, and from the dollar store: Gatorade, crackers, and Campbell’s chicken and rice soup. As soon as I remember where I safely tucked the bag of chamomile flowers, I’ll brew some of those. One of my gifts from Sam was an insulated metal drink container; it kept my tea hot the whole way. I’m hoping to graduate tomorrow to eggs and soup. As sick as I felt, the carbs tasted great.
While I drove I contemplated why I had this “ready for colonoscopy” cleanse when I had not eaten anything out of the ordinary. It could have been a germ I picked up off the gas nozzle, even thought I washed afterwards. Then I remembered that for the previous 72 hours I’d been working on releasing emotional toxins my body had stored over all these years, a practice I was planning to continue. I’m thinking my body purged what was stored in the body when I was working on the energetic plane during meditations. Before I pick up the practice again, I will have to find a better way to word my intentions. And now that I think about it, how long ago was it that I stopped putting on gloves to pump gas?
After a nap and another serving of soup, I found the place closest my route is Twin Lakes State Park in Virginia, so I reserved a spot there for tomorrow night. Having spent so much money on solar, I bristled at spending the $47 when I only needed was a place to park, but I was guided here when I couldn’t find a travel station, rest stop, or boondocking site without going more than 30 miles off my route. I envision wonderful bathroom facilities, and water views.
The other thing that kept catching my attention today were crosses. There were big crosses in front of churches – sometimes one, sometimes three – and there were crosses on people’s lawns in celebration of Easter. Then, there are smaller crosses on the side of roads where people had died. It was sad to see them, especially when the flowers were faded and dirty, the balloons long deflated, the wreath sagging, the stuffed animal all deflating into the earth, and signs now too weatherworn to read while driving 40mph. I wanted to know their stories. What caused the accident? Were there survivors? Who was left behind to mourn? Wanting to be able to let someone know blessings were being sent to all those affected by the incident. Then I turn to glance at my tiny shrine to Archangel Raphael by the windshield. He is the patron saint of travelers as well as a healer with I thank him knowing there were a couple of times I could have been a cross somewhere if my angels weren’t so protective.