DAY 1006: Next Door Neighbors

I again met my neighbors in a parking lot. My fire hydrant story didn’t hold a candle to theirs about how a bear ripped into wooden storage on the back of their rig to get a bag of garbage. The dirty paw mark is still there. Shae is a soap maker, traveling with Mike and their three-legged dog who really, really wanted to go meet Pyewacket.

I spent several hours today looking out at the Thimble Islands – calmed by the gently moving water, and warmed a bit from the sun and a hot meal – and sitting with the feelings that came when I could no longer deny it: I have aged out of this bus. At least as far as driving it. In the right temperature zone and with a few modifications, I will gladly live in her forever. Karma is more than a home, she’s my happy place, my sacred space, my dream come true.

I was so excited five years ago, I gladly put up with inconveniences I no longer want. What I want are an air suspension seat that reclines and swivels, air conditioning, heat, a back-up camera, and the ability to go faster than 42mph. For starters. I want hand holds on both sides of the stairs – stairs that are hopefully not so tall. And keyless locks. Anyhow, I feel it’s not so much getting off the road, but no longer driving Karma, is my next life change.

More as I continue to sit in this hammock chair, cradled and supported, in front of my altar, just realizing I can see both a sunset and a sunrise from this parking lot. I am most grateful.