So it's nearly 11pm on Saturday night in Camden Maine and my nearly 4 weeks of travel are coming to an end. Michele and I fly back tomorrow and begin the process of facing all the awaiting responsibilties. I haven't really had time to digest the whole experience yet, but it has been so good, in so many ways. It began with the road trip through the southwest, and now will end in a lovely cottage on the Maine coast. I have had a lot of time to think about stuff, and have made a lot of decisions and new commitments to myself. Life is going to get interesting. Well it's always interesting, but new adventures await. Please enjoy a sampling of some photos over the last several weeks. I can't wait to do it again..
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - Robert Frost
New Englanders are real salt of the earth type of folk. Everybody I've come across since we crossed into New Hampshire has been a delight.
I'm not sure why I've found myself in New Hampshire several times now, but it is a special place. How can you not love a state who's motto is "Live Free or Die." They don't mess around. It's the exact opposite of California, in every way. We're surrounded by nature, and moose allegedly, but I've yet to see one on this trip.
I'm a Frost man.
Well actually a Whitman and Frost man, but this post is about Robert Frost. We named my previous company after Frost's Road Not Taken. Today I had the opportunity to make the trek to Frost Place. It such a wonderful slice of heaven for me. Every time I walk the poetry trail through the woods of the white mountains and read Frost's poems along the way, it's always emotional and inspiring. Every year they host a poetry festival at Frost Place where they hold workshops and readings all week long. I'm very seriously considering going next year.
The hotel we're staying at is a beauty (see below).
Fall is starting to peak through here in NH. Spots of red and orange showing already. It was a nice bonus.
Tomorrow we leave for the Maine coast. Here's some photos from NH..
I had my first cigar in a while tonight. I forgot you can get Cubanos here. I'll take three.
Old Montreal is like walking the streets of Paris. What's not to love.
Why is it everywhere other than the western US they have great churches? Big neo-gothic cathedrals all over Montreal. The Diocese of Los Angeles blew it.
Negotiations are hot and heavy, looks like I might be a partner in an organic eatery in Sedona, AZ. I'm a mix of excited and terrified. More will be revealed.
On a walk today Michele asked me what my book is going to be about. I told her in a general way that it will be an examination of how the self help industry tends to locate peoples problems internally, whereas I believe that unexamined societal messages/rules are more to blame in keeping people from their preferred lives.
She asked me if I shouldn't wait till I was licensed to write the book, so that I would have more "credibility." I asked, "who would give me this credibility?" She said, "you know, the reviewers" I asked, "who are these reviewers?" She looked at me.
I told her this discussion was a perfect example of what my book will be dissecting, and will be going into the introduction of my book..
My final night on the road trip was spent back in Sedona with Kim and Jerome. Kim once again made a wonderful dinner and baked a vegan carrot cake for me that was delicious. She also happened to find 44 candles which she lit up. It took me a while to blow them all out..
After a great meal we went up to Airport rock, high above Sedona, to lay on the rocks and watch the night sky, and all the shooting stars. I couldn't think of a better way to end what has been a great road trip. I've had an amazing time.
Now to drive home, rest a day, pick up Michele, and start it all over again. Next stop, Montreal.
I believe that the originators of Alcoholics Anonymous had great
vision, and a profound understanding of the significance of rites of
passage. At the centre of AA is a ritual event that provides for a
formalisation of the stages of separation and reincorporation, and for
a marking of the turning points of person's lives. This is accompanied
by the convening of forums that provide the opportunity for persons to
give testimony to the decisions that they have made to break from
excessive alcohol consumption, to the desires and purposes that
motivate these decisions, and to tell and retell the stories of their
lives before a group of witnesses, many of whom are veterans of such
journeys. In this context, the responses of the witness group are
powerfully acknowledging and authenticating of these decisions,
desires, purposes and stories. As these decisions and stories, and
these accounts of desire and purpose, become more richly described,
they become more influential - they are more significantly shaping of
persons' lives. - Michael White
Three days ago I had a psychic in Sedona tell me, after a couple of years of disruption (he's right), that things are really looking up for me. The key will be action.
He also told me that I was a healer, a seer, and someone that helps people who have nowhere else to go. It felt right.
I spent the day today with some of my oldest friends.
After I dropped them off I went and got a piece of pie by myself. There was a young waitress there stocking the silverware. A regular came in and asked her where that engagement ring of hers was? She looked at him and said "he left." He looked at her and said "I'm sorry." She started to cry.
Proposition 8 fails to advance any rational basis in
singling out gay men and lesbians for denial of a marriage license,”
U.S. District Judge Vaughn Walker ruled. “Indeed the evidence shows
Proposition 8 does nothing more than enshrine in the California
constitution the notion that opposite sex couples are superior to same
Because what you’ve got left after the fools have departed are the old
souls and the true hearts. Those are the uber-cool sparkle rocket mind
blowers we’re after. Those are the people worthy of your love. - Sugar