Wednesday 9 August 2017

Tuesday, August 8th, 2017

Sevier Lake, Utah

Wanderers

I meet people who are travelling and are more or less living out of their cars.  Last summer, I met Johnny, who was parked overnight at the Mississippi River.  He was leaving one part of the country for another; destination—not sure.  He had just awakened from a night’s sleep when I met him, his car tucked under a tree and facing the river.  He was on his way to starting a new life.

Last night I met a woman from Minnesota.  She stopped, was curious, even delighted to meet a fellow traveller.  It seems she also was in transit, with her belongings in her van, and out to start a new beginning.

Connecting with such people in transition are the finer moments of the day.  Usually I meet locals or tourists.  They are routined or purposeful.  And then there are those who are looking to find their place in the world.  My heart goes out to such souls.  May they find a spiritual outlet.  Ultimately, that is what satisfies.

Today I met wanderers, but of a different kind—a tiny scorpion making a crawl across the road, a massive hornet, a lizard scurrying about, typical of the desert.  Many creepy-crawlers manifested.  Species such as these are not common to me, and the boys and I were in awe at the sight of them.  There is no limit to the Maker’s abilities. They are also travellers.  They are in motion. 

“How do you like this nomadic life?” I asked Curtis, who has been with us for a week now.

“I enjoy it; it’s somewhat austere, which I like.”

To my fortune Curtis is turning out to be a great leg massage therapist.  To ease leg tension Hayagriva and I took to a mud bath, an obligation that wanderers of the wilderness can thrive on.  We really did look like mud men.

May the Source be with you!

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