Living Large in a Mini Van
I woke up this morning feeling like I had an actual hangover. Is that a thing? A phantom hangover from merely fighting the idea of a drink? Given my mental fogginess, I gave myself permission to process less today. Today, I didn’t need to understand anything in particular. I declared it “sensory day” - just … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 26
I almost stayed in a hotel tonight. All day long I toyed with the idea, like a hungry cat first toys with a death-row mouse. There is a certain adrenaline that comes with the hunt; a rush that accompanies chasing something down and eventually eating it. The seed was planted early in the day, … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 25
Anxiety is whipping around me like a strong Arizona wind, of which I now have first-hand knowledge. Instead of running away, I try to lean into it. As if it were a gentle breeze, and I a bird who could float on top of it, without being swept away into the up-current. It’s a strange … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 22
NEWS FLASH: Garbage disposal results in Road Trip. What began as a one-agenda day (the agenda item being a trash can for my one bag of garbage) unfolded into quite a memorable day of meandering that met a number of my needs. It unfolded a little little like this... The Question: Where will I deliver this … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 20
It’s “Biscuit & Gravy Sunday” here at the Wayside, and because it’s biscuit Sunday, everything else will have to wait. It was the only thing on today’s agenda for me, and I came into it fully expecting it to fill the entire morning. I’ve been looking forward to this, and being mostly an herbivore, I don’t … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 18
”Courage is Fear that has said it’s Prayers” A lovely woman I recently met in a dog park wrote those words to me after reading one of this month’s posts. You know how some words fly by us, and some “stick”? I used to say that to my doctor - that I had “sticky thoughts” … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 16
Today I hung my wet clothes on a bush. It’s the first time I’ve ever done that. Not a big deal, I know, but it seems to represent a change that has happened since moving into my van. (Hm, that’s interesting, I just chose to say “moving into” instead of “travelling in”... something else has … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 15
If you’re looking for Love, you find signs of it pretty much everywhere. It probably doesn’t hurt if it happens to be February 14th either. Last night, pulling into the BLM area south of Havesu for the night, it was pretty dark, and I had the regular flutter of anxiety about my chosen parking spot. … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 14
Lucky 13 🙂 Balance Restored. I woke up rested and peaceful, back at a long term visitor area but not in the circle. Just the nearest one to Quartzsite, so I could easily get on the road this morning. This morning Pip and I woke, walked, gassed up the van, poured a “double-the-caffeine” cup of … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 13
If a person experiences too many changes they didn’t choose in life, goodbyes can incite an internal riot. The day started peaceful enough. No wait, no it didn’t. The sky looked different. The lighting was weird. Clouds threatened my glorious sunshine. There was a chill in the air. I was anticipating yoga but learned there … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 12