“There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.”
― John Steinbeck
On Sunday I rose like the sun. The sky was filled with snow so I made my own light meditating and doing things that filled me with joy.
Monday, I became reflective, showing different aspects of myself as I attended to my inner self.
Tuesday, Mar’s day, I did battle with things that I found challenging, following the warrior’s way.
Wednesday found me playful and Mercurial, teasing out and making a game of my daily chores.
Thursday, by Jupiter, I did things I’ve never done before, expanding with joy.
Friday I walked in the woods hand in hand with my love and it was beautiful.
On Saturday I felt the weight of my years and realized the lessons I had learned.
Blessings, G
“A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.”
– John Steinbeck
I try to be flexible when I travel. In the days when I travelled by myself or with friends as new to it as I was, it became apparent quickly that on the road things take as long as they take and usually longer (or wildly shorter) than expectations may allow. Now travelling with my family, everyone’s wishes and expectations have to come into play and allowances have to be made for everyone’s wants and needs. Also the priority switches from travel to experiences.
Twenty-Five years ago we had just reached Nevada when the two stoned teenagers who had given us a ride burned out their clutch. OK I thought, we may soon have to provide another ride, would we need to find a service station to help out our benefactors. Then I noticed that they were busy, expertly and quickly wiping their fingerprints off the steering wheel and dashboard! “Kevin” I said to my buddy who I had been travelling with, “I believe it may be time to head out”. Kevin was a little bit surprised at my lack of helpfulness but when I explained what I saw, he agreed, it was a wise decision. We proceeded to walk to the next exit and were almost there when the flashing lights came on to light our way.
We turned and greeted the officer. He proceeded to question us about the car and the drivers. It turned out that I had been correct in my assumption that it was a stolen vehicle. Kevin gave the officer a description of the kids who had given us a ride. He changed their hair colour, age and height of our drivers after all, we felt some road loyalty to them. The officer took down our information as well and suggested he not find us sticking around the area. We agreed that would be wise and parted ways.
In this trip, despite being on a new continent for the first time and having our son along nothing seems quite that urgent or adrenaline rule. We go to museums, people-watch, walk all around (Piccadilly Circus is amazing at night, somewhat reminiscent of Times Square with bright lights, large flashing video screens and many many people to watch and enjoy) and basically try to take turns sharing things we hope to do with each other. I look forward to Stonehenge in two weeks as much as Aaron did to last night’s David Hockney’s exhibit at the Royal Academy
How about inner travel? Has that changed as well.?
To be continued…
Blessings, G
New Dawn by G A Rosenberg 
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