I am officially settled for the next 28 days! It’s funny how your idea of security and relief change as the circumstances around you shift. When I knew I had six months to a year in the house before I’d need to leave, I never could really relax when faced with any level of uncertainty.
On the road, huge relief that I could have even just of few hours to relax from what was coming next. Now, 28 days sounds like an eternity of relief! Perspective is everything. And gratitude is right behind relief in having a place to call home where my basic needs can be met – food, shelter, water, and personal hygiene!
So, where am I? Buckhorn, New Mexico. Home to I don’t know what, but the biggest city is Silver City where they claim Billy the Kid as their own (though why???) and down the road a bit is Alma? Where Geronimo was incited by the death of a family member to make his last stand.
I am staying in an immaculate RV Park (my parents must be so proud!) where I am the youngest person there by almost 20 years. The owners were hesitant to let me stay, hence the delay of a few days, as single women have been known to cause problems. When I asked further, the last woman was bipolar and a bit of a handful –she had to be escorted to the nearest hospital for evaluation. I then explained that I was the person who would have done the evaluation – not the crazy type needing one (thought that point could be debated by some!).
A few of the older gentleman have moseyed on by to say hi to their newest tenant, even the guy on the end who I was told rarely talks to anyone more than a mumble – but he drove up in his shiny red pick-up with his tiny dog Lady to introduce himself and offer to be of help if I needed it.
The thing I love and am most grateful for is the amount of generosity I have found. EVERYONE offers to help in any way – well almost everyone. I thought being from California might be a liability, but I’ve met several refugees from my home state happy to share why this area has won their hearts over and is now their home.
The area surrounding me is still a bit green from the summer monsoon rains. It tries to rain almost every night, but it’s hit and miss – you can often see it in the distance along with the lightening strikes. There’s one main Highway that is quite busy for so remote an area and on each side are rolling hills. Beyond the hills are mountains whose name I don’t know yet. I’ve been told it doesn’t snow much around here, so not sure if snow capped peaks are part of my future or not!
My mom asked me the other day if I was happy now that I’d arrived in almost my destination. My answer would need to be yes. I’m still terrified at some level, but I’m slowly finding my peace and my home in my truth again. It comes in small moments,
My biggest accomplishment this morning was to prepare a bowl of cereal with powdered milk as I’ve finally got things to where I can wash dishes (well I could if I’d brought dishwashing soap with me!). Tiny actions take on big meaning as I slowly find a way to build my life in this new world I’m creating around me.
I still have a long way to go and I’m not sure where that just is yet, but I’m starting to relax and let down – hopefully enough to listen and hear what Spirit is trying to tell me instead of me trying to tell it what I think is best for all of us!
Soon I hope to have some video footage shot and the ability to edit and post – one thing at a time, finding the camera and getting some pictures is the best I could do today! With temps climbing to over 95 degrees inside my trailer during the day, my work time is short and my vegetated time is long – but I am finally acclimating to the heat and it turns out it wasn’t probably hot flashes that were wiping me out!
Stay tuned there are many, many great stories to tell around here and it is my hope to begin telling them soon!
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