Yesterday I made it to Alburquerque and back. Not a big deal for most, but both scary and ironic for me. The quest? Supplies and the coffee I like and can only get in "real" cities. The lesson? Fear is still hanging around me, life is a series of roads we travel, and relief I have several more months of my ice-cream version of coffee to enjoy each morning!
The fear is my Bronco is making another noise it shouldn't... and my concern was breaking down and worse, not having cell service since I traveled through the back roads and winding canyons. In one store a very nice woman was trying to share her story with me and I could barely pay attention as it was focused on the mantra "please let my car start and get me home." An example of how we let fear rule our minds and we miss the moment life had offered us to be of service.
The next observation was the series of roads I was traveling to get where I wanted to go and back. As I walked the dirt path to my truck, this is the first road I turn out onto. Dirt, gravel, and surrounded by almost nothing.
Next was a road with some newer asphalt on it - but nothing on the sides but what you see above. A step up you might say.
Then a "real" road that took me almost all the way to Alburquerque - and lastly to I-40, the main freeway that is the last leg of the journey into "civilization" once again.
The point? What kind of road are you on? One less traveled or one that is heavy with traffic and congestion? One taking you to almost nothing? Or one taking you to the center of things.
We are all in our hearts and spirits, seekers and travelers. The roads we choose often best represent where we are in our personal journeys. There is no right or wrong road to be on and in the very end, we do all end up in the same place.
But it was really interesting to see the progression as I drove yesterday to the city and back. There was a sense of huge relief to yes, not only be restocked with my morning coffee supplies, but to the wide and expansive landscape that for now best suits my spirits needs.
The irony is, while my inside space has continued to get smaller, my outside space has gotten bigger and wider.
I can't take a 360 degree picture, but it is the same all around, nothing but open space and big sky... and me in my tiny trailer. I'm like a tiny white dot on the horizon and I love it.
I'm still trying to recover from my quest - yet more stuff has been brought inside where there is still NO space for it. But, at 5am I am happy to report, the coffee is on!
Welcome to my Journey!
I'm inviting you to join me on my journey as I seek to find a new way of being in an old set of systems. It's hard, but worth it!