{"id":20813,"date":"2015-06-21T13:34:33","date_gmt":"2015-06-21T18:34:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=20813"},"modified":"2015-06-21T13:45:12","modified_gmt":"2015-06-21T18:45:12","slug":"the-road-is-long-with-many-a-winding-turn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=20813","title":{"rendered":"The road is long, with many a winding turn"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday morning, I got up early and went for a run with Stella and then hopped in my truck that has part of the suspension work done and headed to Ponchatoula to a full-day meditation retreat. As usual, I got lost on the way; then when I realized only ten miles later, I started to backtrack and was making a U-turn on a country road and ran right down into a ditch only a mile from the retreat.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0891.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"20814\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?attachment_id=20814\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0891.jpg?fit=2448%2C3264\" data-orig-size=\"2448,3264\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.4&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;iPhone 4S&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1434791220&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.28&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;50&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.002865329512894&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"IMG_0891\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0891.jpg?fit=640%2C853\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0891.jpg?resize=640%2C853\" alt=\"IMG_0891\" width=\"640\" height=\"853\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-20814\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0891.jpg?w=2448 2448w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0891.jpg?resize=225%2C300 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0891.jpg?resize=768%2C1024 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0891.jpg?w=1280 1280w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0891.jpg?w=1920 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Some call this practice. The same thing happened when I went last year to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=18459\" target=\"_blank\">Flowering Lotus<\/a> for a weekend retreat in Mississippi, coming out of the weekend long event, I was ticketed by a police officer for parking in the wrong place &#8211; $150 ticket &#8211; the owner of the retreat came running down the road to speak to him but he said the best I could do was talk to the courthouse on Monday morning. I&#8217;m not sure why <a href=\"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=18451\" target=\"_blank\">restorative times are often coupled with chaos<\/a>, but they seem to move hand in hand in my world. <\/p>\n<p>My friends are going to Nantucket this year without me &#8211; a big boo hoo. Flower sent me a bar of Nantucket soap from Crabtree &#038; Evelyn to make up for the loss. When I told one of my Nantucket friends, I said I don&#8217;t think I could bathe alone with the soap because it wouldn&#8217;t be reminiscent of having her knock on the door or sit on the side of the tub or pee while I was bathing. We had a good laugh. One of the gals sent me this photo which was taken possibly the first year I was there &#8211; that would have been 2006 (notice all the empty wine bottles in back of me).  <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0892.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"20815\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?attachment_id=20815\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0892.jpg?fit=2448%2C3264\" data-orig-size=\"2448,3264\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.2&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;iPhone 6 Plus&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1434894960&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.15&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;125&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"IMG_0892\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0892.jpg?fit=640%2C853\" loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0892.jpg?resize=640%2C853\" alt=\"IMG_0892\" width=\"640\" height=\"853\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-20815\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0892.jpg?w=2448 2448w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0892.jpg?resize=225%2C300 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0892.jpg?resize=768%2C1024 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0892.jpg?w=1280 1280w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.dangermond.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/IMG_0892.jpg?w=1920 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Here I am with hair, thinner around the mid section, and having just had most of my world fall apart. Interesting that all the king&#8217;s horses and all the king&#8217;s men never put this Humpty Dumpty gal back together again. <\/p>\n<p>I think we all have a place of wholeness or a perceived time when our center held, but mine is getting further and further from that specific time and now I wonder if it was just an illusion?<\/p>\n<p>I came home from the day long retreat more confused than when I went. Sty called and said that he has 15 gigs this next month and things are going swimmingly for him in Destin except he would like me there with him. I&#8217;m not moving or moved. I went last night to my friend&#8217;s birthday party and house christening and played DJ for her &#8211; we tripped the light fantastic dancing to Lamar Kendrick and Nicole Jackson, and I came home way too late, and got up way too early. <\/p>\n<p>I woke with a barrage of questions spilling out of my head, heart and soul that have no real answers. <\/p>\n<p>And all I could think is this is all leading who knows where? <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve alighted on the fact that the blessing is not knowing, just receiving:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>i thank You God for most this amazing<br \/>\n   by E. E. Cummings<\/p>\n<p>i thank You God for most this amazing<br \/>\nday: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees<br \/>\nand a blue true dream of sky; and for everything<br \/>\nwhich is natural which is infinite which is yes<\/p>\n<p>(i who have died am alive again today,<br \/>\nand this is the sun&#8217;s birthday; this is the birth<br \/>\nday of life and of love and wings: and of the gay<br \/>\ngreat happening illimitably earth)<\/p>\n<p>how should tasting touching hearing seeing<br \/>\nbreathing any\u2014lifted from the no<br \/>\nof all nothing\u2014human merely being<br \/>\ndoubt unimaginable You?<\/p>\n<p>(now the ears of my ears awake and<br \/>\nnow the eyes of my eyes are opened)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday morning, I got up early and went for a run with Stella and then hopped in my truck that has part of the suspension work done and headed to Ponchatoula to a full-day meditation retreat. As usual, I got lost on the way; then when I realized only ten miles later, I started to backtrack and was making a U-turn on a country road and ran right down into a ditch only a mile&hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20813","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-main"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1kHSD-5pH","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20813","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20813"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20813\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20820,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20813\/revisions\/20820"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20813"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20813"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20813"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}