Up the road (in a variety of meanings) Welsboro is popping, it’s roughly where I started my motocamping journey last spring. It’s a darling little town, 2:30p chimes just exemplified that from an outer corner of the green, a stone church.
I neglected to bring a work shirt for the Happy Acres kitchen shifts I’ll be pulling tomorrow and Saturday. A sidewalk sale item meant I didn’t have to buy a couple disposables at a Dollar General or similar…
The shirt will remind me of PA, and remind me of why I’m not settling here now. I don’t doubt that I’ll be sharing this place with my little Bigfoot down the road, up the road, motogravel grinding the roads…
Just like not digging too deeply into whether or not or how I forced the hand, how Universe works, I’m also not digging too deeply into why I’m staying in Maine, moving back to the P~pad.
Remember those house plants I brought in a few weeks ago? It’s all part of it. I want less to make sense of it all, but rather feel to good about it, at (or nearing) peace with these things.
The world isn’t getting softer and sweeter, but I’m not following those away from the quiet and meaningful roots of the natural world, how everything has a purpose free of judgement and value. There’s a saying (sort an 80’s thing if I recall) “living well is the best revenge” does that mean after divorce or something? I’m not vengeful, but certainly bent on living well (but that does mean a wide variety of things….)
Onward, adjusting, wrapping up my “vacation” because “full time year round full on” starts next week. PA will be here
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