I'm still in Berkeley, avoiding writing that I am 'at home' since I whirl in and out of having mixed feelings about that - the 'that' being my experience of home at all and in the Bay Area of California in particular. I'm listening to a track from Piffaro, The Renaissance Band - "Canzoni e Danze," wind music from Renaissance Italy.... I dance in and out of my Renaissance phases and I'm luxuriating in one of them now. I don't yet know how to upload tunes to this blog. It seems like a nice idea until I think of going to websites that force you to listen to their music (of course while I'm playing mine). Trust me that it's lovely. Perhaps you're listening to some of your own.
The image is from a train in southwest England. It's moody as I was at times then, summer of 2007. Now I prepare for a good old American road trip unlike any I've taken. I squirm as well with my blogishness, both wanting to share broadly and fighting the old demeaning mindset of and who is even interested? You can see why I work not one but two 12-Step programs and find soulful meaning in my Christian faith. I didn't pop out feet first (I was indeed breech) with everything wired to perfection. When I was a child, I recall a birthday party where I ran and hid when the room began singing "Happy Birthday" to me. My mother's solution to this was to threaten to give the cake to someone else unless I came out. Nothing like love and affirmation to build a strong emotional body into adulthood, eh?
So I wish to share aha aspects this journey. Juicy morsels. The oddly mundane. And I'm a bit shy, believe it or not.... which is a delight of this blog. You can bookmark it and check it as often or as never as you please. I can work my Alanon issues and not wonder who and when, et cetera. This could work. It mitigates the still lingering guilt that I can rarely respond to personal emails any more in more than three sentences. I work in front of the computer; in this journey, I'll spend a fair amount of time driving. I have only so much oomph left for sitting on my butt, which is attempting to take on a mind of its own in midlife. Soon it'll be time to walk back to the North Berkeley BART station to retrieve my 2003 Honda Civic LX getting its $109.00 check EVERYTHING now, will you? servicing.
'Why are you driving? Isn't it expensive now that gas is $5/gallon? You're not driving alone, are you? Where are you going?' I'll touch on these (or not) in the future. For now, my work and the trip prep continue...
