Raven's Roads
Living an interesting life: the travels and musings
of motorcycling author Linda R. Moore

Jun 3, 2006

Zen

Filed in Reno 2006

Maybe thre are some state park jobs left for the summer.

I’ve been here 2 hours now and I still feel like throwing up. It’s not huge, just a low level nausea.

So maybe I should cash $20 into quarters or something and go play the slots.

Or maybe I should be brave and unravel m ybike and see if I can hot wire it. Don would be so proud.

Maybe I should embrace these different adventures but mostly they make me fed up.

So if I had gone along today I would have probably been ill, so maybe being here is frustrating but better.

Maybe the universe was being kind in its sick and twisted way.

Maybe in the wider sense something bad was due to happen on my Big Trip.

Maybe in the widest sense I am being nudged towards paying for my own toys. Towards self-sufficiency. Maybe I cam temp. play, temp, play.

Btw, when I saythe universe I mean the wyrd, but that’s my background and I can’t be bothered to go into that just now. It’s similar enough to the universe for most of you to understand the angle I’m slanted at.

Yes, I ended a sentence with a preposition, sosue me. My sense of humour is my protective shell.

I kind of had a premonition about this. I had a sense of change coming. I should probably listen.

Specifically I had a sense that murphy was in full working order. Inverse murphy is that things can work out if you let them, os maybe I should stop trying, start trusting, and let them. I will no doubt be pleasantly surprised.

There are so many threads of possibility that play into our lives and affect stuff. My friends were joking with me that they were amazed nothing went wrong with my bike this time. It is a standing joke. Don didn’t want me to go to NV without taknig a safety class, and the class turned out to be a shambles and didn’t happen. Iagreed to it and haven’t fulfilled the obligatoin and the universe might be taking me up on it. There are factors I don’t know about yet. Perhaps by the end of July I will find out that I would have needed to be home. Though it isn’t always as obvious as that.

I’m going to be ok, I think.