The first part of our trip has been equal parts frustration and fantasy, as the crazy energy from last month’s eclipse and retrograde has left few stones unturned. Everything in our past life is wrapping up, and repairs on those things that will carry us forward have stalled our immediate progress. But we continue to keep our minds set on the moment, learning the lessons of now while we hope for the future.
Delay, stalling, blockages, and limitations are an important part of the present. They allow us to slow down, accept that which is undeniable, and appreciate what we perceive, even if it seems like not enough. I found that when you are somewhere new and natural, there is always enough to fill your spirit and keep you fulfilled in times of stress.
Washoe state park the Carson Valley east of Lake Tahoe, never seems like much, but our camp was surrounded by myriad kinds of sagebrush, which upon closer inspection blew my mind with the smell of their crushed contents. Maple syrup, juniper, bubblegum, sage, blueberry, carob, wildflowers, and more. All combining with mountain air, smelling as clean as an ice cold glass of water tastes. Needless to say my cup filleth over.
Once our car was repaired the levy broke, bringing this fantastic adventure surging forward south towards bishop, ca. Heart of the mountains, valley of views, home of ancient bristlecone forests, and the furthest east I’ve been (from the west coast, I 👀 you MA ppl ), signaling the start of a new future.