I was blogligent (negligent about blogging) for a bit, but feeling a bit bloggy again.
It’s funny how much I’m learning about myself at this late date…being out here in the woods. I’m realizing that I like to help when asked, and tend to try hard to meld to situations – but when I hit the “done zone”, I’m done. That’s it! There’s only so much I can take.
What’s too much?
I’m really literal. When you say something I tend to believe it. Like, when you say I can come in to pee and make coffee after 7 a.m. and you’ll leave the door unlocked, I show up at 7, coffee and pot and reishi mushrooms and filter in hand, ready to pee.
When the door is locked, it upsets me a little, but I try to be OK with it because I know it was not on purpose. So I beeline down to the nearest café, which turns out not to have eggs. And the coffee sucks, compared to my usual. And I don’t eat my perfect breakfast. The day goes on, imperfectly. And I know I need to just ride with it. It’s all there in the Buddhist teachings. Lean in to the discomfort.
But when that happens twice, I “read the signs”. The signs say it’s time to move elsewhere! Even when you tell me it was accidental, I know that I’m getting a valid message I may not understand ‘till later. No animosity. Just time to move on.
Damn, what a day that was. Now I’m in my screen tent and camping “illegally”??. I was going to drag it up to the bumpy dirt road where I was camped before, but just was too tired after driving two hours to charge my battery, buy groceries, find a library (which turned out to be closed), get gas, etc.
Nobody has even noticed the “day” tent here for the last week, and I did buy a bear canister. So I backed Sparky in, adorned her with camo, and took a chance that my luck will persevere. Heck – if a ranger shows up to scold me, I’m a senior with a senior pass, I’m a woman, and I’m on public lands with a bear canister. How bad can that be?
Wild turkey cries and I hear one creepy low growl. A few more stifled gobbles, then silence. Tinkle-tinkle goes the babbling brook.
To Be Continued…