Left the house to experience the wind once more, blowing everything in the car around, windows down.
I stopped at a little shack selling clam chowder and fish and chips. Purchased and ate a piece of fish and a few chips.
A fellow came by as I sat there. He walked to the man at the window, and then walked away, empty handed. He looked real down. I asked him if he was hungry. He said yes, so I gave him the remaining three pieces of fish with the chips. He looked very emotional and I watched as he walked to his room at the hotel nearby. I felt for him in that moment and hope he finds what he needs.
If we have extra, let us remember to share. Share with whoever happens to be there at the time, for this is our opportunity to do so. Regardless of appearance … share.
I drove along, for miles and miles, I came upon a pretty remote area, not a soul around.
I rested there awhile, munching on sunflower seeds. Here is a video of the place.
As I sat there, I thought about tools needed to tend garden, and supplies needed to preserve foods. I thought about a modest cabin with basic necessities. The simpler the better.
I wandered around taking pictures and then set up my chair in the sun.
Heading back toward town, I stopped to take more pictures.
That is the end of the joy ride, but much happened I did not capture.
I stopped along a rural road and stand. Bought fresh eggs, apples, red potatoes, cauliflower and honey.
I drove into a the nearest rural town and then out again, stopping at a roadside building selling more fruits and vegis. Bought watermelon, asparagus, a mango, and avocados.
It felt good to support the farmers, who are having difficulty getting their supplies to the city. I’m going to look for them every time I go for a nice drive and purchase from them if I am able.
My appreciation is growing during these days of separation from each other. For nature, for the work that men and women do, in all of the various ways work is done, for the benefit of the whole.
I’ve been dwelling on the inner stuff a lot. I understand better now, that I have been projecting and blaming for my inner pains. (And to think I thought I was done with all that inner work!) And so I have begun asking for help to relieve the pain so I do not project it into the world … praying, if you will. Whatever that looks like. Pretty sure it isn’t a wrong way, in private, with nature.
Nature helps me in many ways.
Connecting to benevolence seems to be easier here.
Where the trees cleanse and recycle my breath. Where the waters churn and provide oxygen to the things within, and those outside of itself. This delicate balance, consistently shared, constantly offered to life.
Home now, having eaten my corn and red potatoes, I relax and think on the day. I consider topping off the experience with a nice magnesium bath in some scented water … and so I’m off, until next time.
Below picture is not me …