Well, it's been an interesting April and it's now it's May. What happened to me in April? Well, the first half was dedicated to traveling to New Mexico. Albuquerque to be specific--where a wonderful childhood friend lives. I was able to stay with her and her family while I explored what I had hoped to be a new home. But alas, there are no jobs for me in this scenic town and I headed back home, realizing as my friends home told me: no matter where you go...there you are.
I did enjoy a scenic trip back, going through the Rockies and across the plains of Kansas and the hills of Missouri. I didn't know that Missouri had so many trees or hills. Kansas has oil, did you know that? I didn't. I missed out on some spring tornados by listening to my angels and was grateful that I do listen to them. I would have been right in the path of a twister which overturned a large cargo truck, if I hadn't listened.
And finally I returned home--all the problems that I had run away from were still here. Even now I'm still processing some of them and have solved others. Perhaps I just need a cross-country drive to clear my head of the clutter that seemed to be stored there from winter. A good spring cleaning, as it were.
My 'road' over the last 6 months has been interesting and I am still venturing forth on a new journey. I don't know where it will take me--I guess that's part of the adventure. I do know that I trust my angels, my skulls and God. Yup, I said--God. The Almighty. Not the Source, or Goddess, but God. Opps, I've now become politically insensitive and insulted many. Oh well, that's how I'm feeling these days. No matter where you go--there you are.
So, as I watched spring unfold as I traveled south and then got to watch it unfold all over again once back home in Illinois, I am reminded that like spring, I too am 'unfolding' as I approach, gulp, my fiftieth birthday in the fall. I don't feel 50 and frankly I don't look it--at least in my mirror I don't.
I am thankful for the friends I have abroad and for my friends and family I have here in Illinois. I am thankful for the country I live in for I was able to travel across this great land without fear and with great joy at the sights and landscape. And I am grateful for repeats--of spring that is--with it's myriad of colorful tulips and daffodils, and new green leaves on the trees, recently brown and dormant. New growth, new beginnings. April in the USA....yes, a month I definitely enjoy. And can relate to.
May your spring be a blessed one, full of new growth, possibilities and beautiful flowers!
Until next time....
Blake, the country wanderer
