DAY 953: Eighth Time Here

Tonight I pulled into the Skoolie Homestead in Jesup, Georgia as the sun was setting. It’s the eighth time I’ve been here. It’s no wonder it feels like home.

The drive was long, straight, and fairly boring. My intuition guided me to get gas at a particular station that turned out to be the last one with diesel for many many miles, and to pull over and Google a UPS drop off just 900 feet away.

Spring flowers were blooming. Huge azalea bushes and tall wisteria vines are in full bloom. There are white, yellow, and purple flowers on the side of the road. And black butterflies danced in from of my windshield.

My mouth is a bit achy, but the throbbing stopped yesterday. I will finish my Pagan Pages assignments tomorrow and figure out how to best work with the energy of Tuesday’s full moon, do a few loads of laundry, and make use of the oven in the lodge.

Now, to see if this will post with next-to-nothing wi-fi.