DAY 989: Working on Gratitude

I’m still in a funk, but it’s lessening its grip. Spending time at the ocean and a river has helped. So has sunshine and temperatures that are mostly manageable. But the life I planned came apart. After several more days of having no fun dealing with ice and cooler floods, not allowed to park overnight at two Walmarts and a Cracker Barrel, deadlines for my Pagan Pages pieces, and not enough sleep, I decided that Day 1,000 would make a fitting end to my adventure. I could tie it up with a neat little bow and get off the road for an extended period of time. The only problem was the guy who was expecting me in June never responded to my requests to move up the date to April.

My pissed off pity party lasted three day, and gave me a bigger hole out of which I am still climbing. It’s been only 25 hours, but in that time I have gotten three clear messages that everything is going to be okay, and late afternoon today at the beach with a beautiful sunset (and the hope I can park in this lot overnight undisturbed despite “no overnight parking” signs that were not here the last two times I visited). I also got an offer to house/dog sit for a week that includes Beltane, both traditional and astrological that I am pretty sure I will accept because it puts me close to a witch sister whose love for beaches actually exceeds mine.

A very quick recap … the Circle of Stones on Four Quarters InterFaith Non-Denominational Church, Monastery and Spiritual Center on the side of a mountain in Artemas PA did not sooth my soul as I had hoped. I had been looking forward to seeing it for ten years, every since I met a woman at a festival who drew an oracle deck based on the stones – and bought it. The rose mead I bought there is about half gone. It’s like drinking flowers.

The weather has been horrid, colder in South Carolina than it was in Massachusetts, and warmer in Pennsylvania than it was in Georgia. This bus has minimal comforts because the plan was to always stay in 70-degree weather. It’s never happened for more than maybe a week in four years. The bus needs an overhaul if I continue in crazy temperatures, but since I am seriously considering a smaller bus with a covered porch and a deck, I am not anxious to put more money into Karma – even with this ice and cooler chest problem.

To get to my friend in Willow Grove, PA, I drove across the state last week, encountering mountains I did not expect. It made for two days of stressful, strenuous steering. I also got to another ocean yesterday late afternoon. Oceans do what nothing else can … with the possible exception of sipping a very dry martini while getting a long foot massage.

It’s getting late, and I want to post this with some photos from the past week. I’ll try to label them tomorrow.

Thursday’s dark moon in Aries marks my 1000 day, I will check in then.

PS. I have not been on Facebook, so I have not read any comments that may be posted with my last entry. I will though, now that I am off deadline, because I do need the laughter to go along with a extreme gratitude practice.