May 7, 2016 4:55 PM
The forests around Flagstaff have been gradually filling up with seasonal campers—grabbing all the choice locations and never leaving them. Like any form of wildlife, this has forced me to keep moving my habitat deeper and deeper into the forest.
Today, as I travelled down a road I’d yet to explore, She whispered, “Turn here,” at a junction that my mind doubted led anywhere but darkness and trouble… but I turned down the road anyway and found such a wide and wonderful camp that I couldn’t believe my eyes.
There is room for 40-50 campers and yet, even though it is a Saturday, no one else is here. It is like stumbling across an entire, beautiful and well-tended campground—and having the place all to yourself.
I sent a link of this wonderful, secluded spot to Bob Wells as a suggestion for his summer Rubber Tramp Rendezvous. A perfect place for it in my opinion, yet I won’t be here.
I came to Flagstaff to get the manuscript ready for the book proposal, and that task is almost done. The road beckons me to wander… and soon I will… until the book beckons again.
It's Time To Wake Up
Mystical Oneness and the Nine Aspects of Being is a step-by-step guide to enlightenment and beyond.
It's Time To Be Happy
It's Time Let Go
Imagine I have only seven days left to live.