To cut to the chase, this has been quite a week…indeed! Nico had four days off from work, and we had big plans for our mini-vaca…then I had to go and get sick! Ugh!!! *cave woman is back* Even still, I kept up so-as-not to ruin the fun; riding bikes to pirate play park…only to get caught in the rain (that REALLY didn’t help); the next day riding down to the bayou (in 35 to 40 mile an hour winds), then wondering why I felt worse? I guess you could say, I was in denial that I had fell victim to the crud! No matter how you define it, it’s never good.
So, here I am…nearing the weekend, still balling up tissues like they’re going out of style. My nose is raw, my throat is scratchy and hoarse, and my head aches. Not to mention the ‘drama’ we’ve had this week: the dumb A neighbor shooting over the fence…very near our house, and the spectacle that followed; my oldest child getting mad at me…(again!), and trashing me on ‘fakebook’ all over again. Only this time, I fought back and let her little butt have it! She deleted me from her list, so I doubt she saw my final attempt to correct the grown-up child I should corrected years ago. I can only hope and pray that she will overcome whatever it is that is troubling her so much. I might think it’s me if it weren’t for her flipping out on her brother just a few days before. I fear the worst, but still keep my faith. I guess I still can’t let go.
Speaking of letting go… In light of the ‘events’ of this past few days, I have come to that place (You know the one where I realize I am not where I want to be–not doing what I feel I am meant to do), once again, and am now in full-blown Wanderlust mode! I knew I couldn’t fight it for long. : ( It’s just who I am. I am a nomadic spirit, never meant to sit still for long. I do everything I can to pacify my time in one place, but it never fails; the ‘clever North wind always find me’.
Today I’ve been thinking of Homochitto National Forest…in Mississippi. The Grandfather Pines are whispering to me from afar, my Spirit feels more alive at the thought of loading Peniki and taking to the road; never to look back….never to return…to keep seeking-out new adventures of life. Just picturing when we were there, makes me feel…home sick. It’s something I cannot explain. I just know, this place…where we are now, is not our final stop; unless, of course, He has other plans.
In the meantime, we’ve decided to start ‘letting go’…again. It’s time to start lighting our load once more, and readying for the road. And while it might take ’til next year for us to get underway. I know at this point in my life, I am more than ready to let go!
Blessings & .V.
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Writing & Wanderlust 