Dairy Queen, the beginning of the end . . .
Trip Start Jan 01, 2009
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But, this child isn't bored . . .
Here it is, the gulf coast- The Dirty South!
I've been coming here since I was a small thing- to this exact town. But, never have I explored its avenues; before, it was only one week at grandma's, who's house I have explored from showroom to shadows, and then we'd trailer ourselves back home to good ol' Waco, Texas for more psychological mind training against street level depression.
But that was then, this is now.
Now, I live on a boat. My clothes fit in one drawer. I shower once a week. I've stopped brushing my hair. And I eat MRE's happily. Life's good aboard Maria Eugenia.
Truly, though, these are the simple things . . . this is a simple report of my state of being.
Underneath all the simple joys that come from life change is a strong current of psychic change, and that is not simple. I wake up daily and have memories of things I remember with fondness, because I must remember them- so that I may take them with me and have good company in my heart. I also recall sad traumas and self-defeating conflicts, and I feel soft regret for my inability to understand more at those time.
I picture my future, and I only see the substance of dream . . . - the familiar oddity of something vague yet recognizeable, something just beyond reach but frustratingly desired, and I know that it all depends on how much light my eyes let in, how much I allow what can be illuminated to be illuminated, how much I clear my mind and find the center of my connection to the world, how much I exercise the inertia of my will so that its reach is far, how well I listen to my heart recognizing that which it knows beyond my ego's myopic vision, and how much I do in resistance to the inspirations of fear.
Friday we set sail for Freeport, Louisianna. It will be the first stretch of a long release . . .