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!
20 mi
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