Whirlwind of a Week
It’s been a whirlwind since the moment I rolled out of the little pocket of woods I had been tucked up in...(tucked up in with another mouse). As soon as I rolled into cell service, my phone was flooded with worried texts about wildfires. I knew of one nearby from the firemen that were drawing water from the river I was parked next to, but nobody seemed concerned. Other than that, I had no idea the whole west coast was in flames. I can see how people off the grid can get stuck in a wildfire. My heart goes out to those who have lost their homes, loved ones, and lives. I haven’t really even had a chance to think about it until writing this because I’ve just been on the move.
As soon as I gained consciousness of how bad the fires were through multiple texts, I scrambled to Portland to bunker down and catch up with some close friends.
My friend Diane, I call the female version of the Dalai Lama because of her open heart, and her adventurous spirit that has taught me to find adventure in everything, no matter where. She has married a man who is as open hearted and adventurous as herself, and the two of them were kind enough, as always, to take me in and make me feel like family. I’ve been their first and only guest since Covid. I also caught up with another friend, Daniel, that met me and Diane the same day in Portland. Daniel, I call, a real life Huckleberry Finn. When he first wandered into Portland, he was staying in empty sheds at Home Depot before Diane’s house took him in, where he stayed in Diane’s closet until he settled into Portland and then went on a big hitchhiking adventure. I could go on and on about those two. I feel like I’m in heaven when those two are around.
I also was lucky enough to catch up with one of my most favorite people on this Earth, Tony - a creative genius and a pure heart. I only wish I had more time.
When you’re a wanderer at heart, it’s not always easy to maintain friendships. So it always fills my heart up when coming into Portland and having people so excited to spend time with me.
Unfortunately, I wish I had more time, but I felt the need to flee. I was unable to see a couple other friends that mean so much to me, as well. Portland is overflowing with such amazing people. Despite the Pacific Northwest being one of the most beautiful places in America, it has taught me that it is not where you are but who you are with. I keep saying it’s my future permanent home. There’s nowhere else on Earth that makes me feel more at home and wanted...aside from my family.
Anyways, desperate for fresh air, I scooted out and made my way east. Stayed in a Walmart parking lot with moderate air quality only to be pushed out around 4AM by a rising unhealthy level of air and pressed on to Jackson. Catching up on some much needed rest, recharging the introverted side of me, and will get back into the groove of things tomorrow. Packages will go out tomorrow, too. I still feel brain dead. Bye.