So. Its been how many days, two since I left Los Angeles. After encountering a flat tire right as I walked out of my apartment in L.A. for the last time, two hours at Sears, and getting lost one last time in L.A....I made it to Firebaugh, California. Firebaugh, yes, you heard correctly.
The fog was pretty bad in parts on Tuesday evening so at 11p.m. decided to stop about an hour and a half before my destination of Oakland to stay at the Best Western Apricot Inn. Awesome. It was quite restful actually.
Two things:
During the drive was thinking about all my experiences in L.A., all the people I met and began to cry, another wave of grief of leaving a place. Actually was thinking about grief vs. mourning and how mourning turns to dancing so that is my prayer during this time.
The fog, darkness, light, mountains. While driving in the dark I was quite freaked out that on the off chance someone would be walking across this highway, a car would pop out, and I would crash into it as I had a visibility of about two feet in front of me, was following the lines of the highway. After I stopped at the hotel I parked by this field that was real open and dark and the unknown of what was there was scary to me.
The next morning I awoke to see this beautiful spacious place, mountains in front of me that were illuminated by the sunshine. Roads were fogless and glistening with the rays of the sun that fell on them. Its amazing what I think is there in that dark and unknown place, yet its more than what I can imagine, its quite beautiful the unknown...I think this is a promise to me.
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