Sitting on my pack duffel at a greyhound stop, next destination: Portland, Oregon. The past week has gone by so quickly, I’m so exhausted and have had a thousand emotional surges, peaks and valleys. Fear, excitement, anticipation, bliss, and so on as a new little one has come into my life and my friend has become a mother. I’ve joined a community that, even though I’ll never live in close physical proximity to, will be part of me for the rest of my life. I discovered a new town, connected with new people, reconnected with others, eaten veggies picked the same day, slept in a yurt and in an old house with an invisibility spell on it, I ate Tres Leches cake on Dia de los Muertos , walked a dog to earn this bus ticket, talked anti-capitalism with a bar owner, reconsidered health care, talked about Jesus, Buddha, astrology, kyriarchy, and food deserts, stayed on a totally solar powered property where the shower requires a fire, hiked to waterfalls and keyed out a Douglas Fir Tree,
soothed a crying baby, held his mother as she pushed, assisted midwives, made a new friend before she goes to the Peace Corp, shared my adventure tales, and encouraged lots of people to go out and hike the world. In other words, I’ve been doing my thing, learning about myself and working through the issues that are coming up. I’m so happy though, so free, so unafraid. The peace within that I found on the trail, it still sustains me, and there is nothing more I could ask for in my own little world.
Love,
Orange
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