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outward journey

it takes time to realize some fundamental things have changed since i moved. like traveling i took very little and have moved from spot to spot figuring and reconfiguring where to lay my head, which furniture is likely to shelter a rogue cat and how much i actually want to unpack before i have to re-pack. the house I'm staying in has no wi-fi so I'm 'working' from wholefoods or Jo's coffee, my new favorite place. 

I've noticed: (1) there's no full length mirror where i'm staying. you may think it's unimportant but it suggests i'm walking by faith not sight as i have no idea what i look like below the waist. and i don't spend half my day like a baby transfixed by a dangling musical mobile drooling on myself wondering if i'm physically acceptable. i just act in the world.   (2) I have a very limited wardrobe. again, it seems unimportant but having few choices forces me to be grateful and creative. i'm not sure why i own so many clothes in my settled life other than i love clothes. i don't need them. (3) i rather enjoy being mobile, without the furniture and desk, chair, dresser. ten years ago i moved into a new apartment with a bed, a desk and a chair. i loved it. i love open space. (4) i meet people, new folks, the coffee jerks, the cashiers, the vehicle emission guys, the cop who filed my accident report. everyone i come in contact with is a new potential friend, give or take a few.

i'm  a moving camera.






 






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