5th June ‘07
2
a.m.
Finished packing, bags
sitting at the door. Marla sleeping on the couch.
She’s my transport to the
airport. Bending over to kiss her on the
top of her head,
It’s time to get
going. She stretches with a yawn, “what
time is it?”
2:15
.
Our plan was to leave by
2:30
, get to the airport by
4:30
, the plane was leaving at 6, and being I’m on
stand by, they recommended that I arrive early.
This is the first leg of
my journey.
Salmon Arm is my
destination. My request to return there is for me to retrieve our belongings
was answered.
Thursday 31st May. Reading my e-mails, not having any thoughts about traveling at this
time, hearing from a pilot who’s
offering me a ‘companion seat’, I read
and re-read his e-mail, weeping from
shear pleasure. E-mailing him back with
my phone number, with in moments he called. Fifteen minutes
later I was booked on a flight to
Los Angeles
, then
Vancouver
.
The first leg was a
snap.
Los Angeles
to
Vancouver
was the issue at hand.
I’m backing up here for a
moment. I had written to Cory {she lives
at 100 Mile}
I had lived there for a
while back in 2004, we’ve stayed in touch ever since. She wrote back saying she
would pick me up from
Vancouver
, and drive to Salmon Arm. Fantastic, getting to have some time together was another one of those
magical gifts. I told her I would be in
by
3:35
.
Here’s the glitch, I didn’t get on the
first flight, being I’m on stand by, the plane was filled, I waited for the
next and only other one for that day which would get me into
Vancouver
by
10:30 p.m.
there wasn’t any way that I could think of for me to reach
her, yet, I also knew that everything
would be perfect in the end.
When we e-mailed one
another I suggested we find an inexpensive place to stay over night in
Van. She writes back telling me her
co-worker has an apartment and was given the key. {how divine it all
is}
I called my daughter, {in
L.A.
} asking her to leave a message on Cory’s home phone with the
new flight schedule. Cory phoned home to
get the message. {I didn’t know for sure she would, yet I knew it would work
itself out}
Sitting at the
L.A.
airport for 12 hrs, having met wonderful people,
watching them come and go. It was an awesome experience.
Now I was on the other
side of tired. Being up for 22 hrs, feeling the adrenalin pumping through,
knowing that when I landed I would be met by Cory’s sweet smile, and open
arms. Traveling with my back pack, I was
off the plane, out past the check point, going through customs. There she is, smiles, open arms.
I didn’t know how far 100
Mile is from
Vancouver
, she drove 6 ½ hrs. getting to the
apartment was a snap, just about 5 min. away. We talked for about an hour, knowing it was time to put it to rest.
Morning came quickly. We talked about what to do. Being I hadn’t ever been to
Vancouver
, yet, it’s a huge city. We asked someone where to have breakfast,
knowing we would be clearer in thought with a full belly.
Cory’s 86 GMC panel truck is a real
trooper. By
7 p.m.
we pulled into Serah and Thyson’s in Salmon Arm. Telling
stories, just being together after the long break of time. It’s
wonderful to e-mail, better in person.
Thursday
Cory and I went into town, my first priority was to have someone inherit our
Motor Home. Ian and I had grand
adventures with her, now it was time for her to move on. she had to go
somewhere where she wouldn’t be driven. Being she is registered in the
US
, and in Ian’s name. the paper work to
have it transferred would be so entailed with energy that I wasn’t willing to
go there .
It’s
Sunday, June
10, 2007
. . . just about an hour ago, the MH left its resting place, it had been in the same spot for almost two years. I’
m f
orever grateful.
Well, when this journey
started, my thought was to fly here, then ship everything back home, when I looked at what’s here, I knew change
was in the air. The cost of shipping
would be prohibited for me. Way to much stuff, yet, it would fit in a van, or a large trunk,
it would fit in my ’86 Chevy trunk, yet, at this moment she’s in
Arizona
.
So, I had gotten contacted
by Justine who’s leaving on Monday from Salmon Arm, and would have loved to
have me along on her journey. Yet, when
I looked at leaving this quickly, my body reacted where I knew I need to sleep
on the thought of this quick turn around. I called her today, thanking her, yet this isn’t the right moment for me
to leave. I would like it to be at the
end of this week.
Anyone
out there wanting to take a road trip? If you’re the one, please contact
me, matty@mayanmajix.com . . . it would be great fun. Then you
can stay at the Peacock Ranch, and explore Sedona.
Well, that’s it for
now. Blessings to all. . . I love you . . . I know there’s only one of us out here, we’re doing it,
exploring what our NEW WORLD looks like.
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