So this renegade cross country trip is really turning into something else, literally. I have had a strong desire to just enjoy some REAL freedom without much "structure" other than my own discipline. And I finally feel ready to take on a level of serious thriving that is super simple and totally radical!
But before I divulge into the specifics of what that looks like, I would love to update you on the meeting with my brother. I said I would be seeing Nicky this week, but once I got close to Fort Worth, TX, I felt something was off. I was not ready. I looked to see what was "stopping" me. Was it just resistance or was the "fear" pointing to something valid?
After some silence, I saw that there were certain things I would prefer to have in place to facilitate the flow of my visit with Nicky being as ease~full as possible. One in particular is I would like to have a translator. If Nicky feels more comfortable speaking Vietnamese, I want him to have the option available. I have also decided to contact him first. I thought about it and I do want him to be in some agreement with me when we meet.
What there is to do now is move forward with the steps right in front of me. This is a great lesson to be reminded of. The steps up further along the path are not as clear as those right in front of me. I was so excited about finding Nicky, and I had not really thought through how we would actually connect. And it wasn't until I was nearly within reach that I could sense something was missing. Finding Nicky was not a destination, but a landmark on the path. Now I am just enjoying the opportunities to commit to each step as I make my way.
So I changed course and decided to do some more light~seeing. Before landing in Houston, Texas, I took a detour through Austin, then down by the coast. Austin is a haven for free thinkers, artists and love connections. I was at home there. It was inspiring and a great place to recharge.
I met a gracious woman who allowed me to stay with her a few nights, and I was so moved by her openness. It was awesome having a new friend to play with and she even gave me a lovely R.A.W. vegan tour of Austin as well. I was relieved to see that Austin had plenty of juice bars and raw and/ vegan restaurant options to keep me satisfied during my stay. I will definitely be returning there again soon. (The photo above is from the R.A.W.kin' restaurant, Counter Culture.)
The other two locations were near the coast. Victoria, TX and Port Lavaca, provided a rich country, western feel that I had only experienced through watching movies when I was younger. They were both beautiful places in a sullen and step-back-in-time kind of way. The scenery was great for capturing some R.A.W.k solid compositions with my super high~tech camera: an iPhone 5.
Upon arriving in Houston, I was not sure I was in love. This is why I knew I had to stay instead of fly away like something was telling me to do. Now, I am glad stayed. This town is starting to grow on me. What I love is that it nurtures my private, quiet nature in a way Austin did not. Austin is amazing, and the people are so welcoming. But I actually don't mind feeling like an "outcast" at times because it allows me to be close and distant with "other" healers. What I mean is I can blend in and be in the presence of "other" and still keep to myself and use the sounds bouncing round to inspire art and writing. Houston is proving to be good for this while also being engaging in a distinct yet similar way to cities like Los Angeles and Manhattan.
The conversation tends to be slightly more "closed" here than what I found in Austin and compared to what I am used by, but it is giving me a chance to stay focused on my Art and be re~source~full in this concrete jungle. And I am discovering that Houston has some excellent places to urban camp.
I do appreciate the opportunity to sleep in a bed when one is offered by a generous host, especially when I'm really exhausted from traveling, but more so, I in~joy being outside when possible, and prefer to set up a tent in a backyard or find an abandoned house to turn into a R.A.W. palace.
Today, Sunday, has been a perfectly lovely day, even without much sun. I was able to track down a place to "camp" early on, which made relaxing and being with people much easier. I decided I didn't want to go back to the same place as the last two nights. Getting comfortable in one spot can be risky, plus the neighborhood was not my first choice. The night I found that house, I had been somewhat desperate because I waited too long to find a site. But the one I found for tonight is in a more secure neighborhood. Still, I've learned never to get too attached to a spot, even when the numbers line up~
"The Truth of Our World is Numbers are a Living Language that ~Bridge~ our world with the Spirit Realm. Open~ly perform yOur duty, and good Spirits will Come to Your Aid and Watch Over You. Just notice~"
One medium through which spirits communicate is #s, I've noticed. It can be with re-occurring times, addresses, license plates or any other numbers floating round. For example, the place I stayed the last couple of nights had the exact same address numbers as my current "home", which are the numbers on the license plate of my car. This was really neat because when I went to pull it up on the map, the numbers for my actual "home" came up--the same exact numbers in the same order as that of the house I was at. In~sane!
This kind of thing happens to me often. But here is the thing, I didn't even notice that co~incidence until I was leaving the next morning. It's not like I had been looking for an equation. "It" doesn't work that way. In~stand, "It" works for us and will show us when we're on tract. This is the fun~~EFFORTLESS~~part. Be in your groove and just notice. The Guide IS with~in you
What actually had me feel welcome and protected when I discovered the house was a tree across the street that seemed to pull the light from the street lamp to it, enhancing its aura. So beautiful, I asked Her to protect the shelter and give me privacy for the night. She flickered a "Yes." And when I pulled into the carport on the far side of the abandoned house, I was delighted to find I was able to completely conceal my car. "Nice," I thought to myself. Then I got out and saw that the yard was fully fenced in and perfect for a motor Jet to roam. We set up camp and got comfy. It was the best night sleep we'd had since Austin.
P.S. I have kept many aspects of my R.A.W. lifestyle private. I am now going to be sharing more details and experiences. Thanks to a wise soul, I have been reminded that it is the Truth of who I am that makes All The difference, even aspects I have been afraid to disclose. But now I recognize that my methods for living Free shed light on a form of Activism that I AM and even the radical insights may inspire others. Thank you for your listening. Bless~