I’m in one of those phases where I’m traveling a lot. The first two weeks of January I went to Kansas City and Lawrence then I had a bit of a break. I went to a conference in Manhattan on February 10th and 11th, and it feels like I’ve been on the road ever since. Hopefully after Gestalt camp next week I’ll be home for a while. No doubt something unexpected will come up and I’ll be on the road again.
This is how it seems to happen in my life. I’ll be road-weary and looking forward to some time at home and something will pop up to get me going again.
Right now, I have things to focus on at home. I need to be here, so my intention is to have a respite after Gestalt camp. Not going anywhere until a workshop, the first weekend of May. At that point, my intention is to have those things I need to take care of at home complete.
This is nothing new for me. I have wanderlust. My oldest son told me I was gone too much last fall and that I should stay home more. His personality is more like his dad’s. Mike would stay here and hold down the fort while I went to horse shows, conferences, or work-related events.
In August 2015 I was heading to St Louis for a travel conference. Mike wanted to go because he had seen the Arch when they were putting the last piece in and wanted to see it completed. I told him I would be working and what would he do during that time and left him at home. Then when I was about an hour from St Louis a tire blew on the vehicle I was driving, and I ended up in the median on top of the cables. It’s a wonder I didn’t hit someone else or roll.
During the ambulance ride from the accident site to St Louis, I called him and my boss. They got together and made a plan. Mike would drive to get me, and we would stop on the way home to look at the vehicle.
Our tourism event was a morning event so that afternoon the group of us from northwestern Kansas went to see the Arch. So, Mike got his wish to see it after all.
I drove home the next day and fortunately like the doctor had predicted I didn’t start to get sore until the third day after the accident. We also stopped at KU Med Center on the way home because Mike had been having some problems and they wanted a CT. This started a four-week stint of driving to KU Med Center every week which ended with a hospital stay for a few days.
The last two times I’ve been gone I’ve called the people who were feeding for me and said I would feed. I wanted to get out and spend at least a little time with the horses. They bring peace and joy into my life.
Photo by Kim Beer.
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Sometimes it feels like I’ve Been Everywhere. This was one of Mike’s favorites.
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