“My Daily Therapy, published Weekly or so…”
“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness” ~ Alexander Dumas ~
It is and has been all along this paved road lately a Wealth of Friendships. Unexpected a few years ago when departing from Georgia on that “it” morning, and actually ironically managing to get lost on that first day returning to Dawsonville on an unknown road. We are now in Davis, Ca., old stomping grounds and this could be a good thing, the time passed meaning, while headed to Healdsburg yesterday with my Friends for a Birthday gathering and dinner, I could not recognize the landscape. We lived not too far from here. A few hills away, much land was yet uncovered. Lance was born in Santa Rosa. With a couple more days here before heading to San Diego I thought about retracing the past steps through Forestville, the roads taken hundreds of times including a familiar one called "Pocket Canyon" which eventually along the Russian River leads to Guerneville and on to the Ocean. I don’t think I can.
We instead took today a different route. The one going through the hundreds of Vineyards. Thousands maybe. Is business that good? It is amazing all on the path of the beautiful people in their wine tasting accouterments and their fancy cars and maybe even a bit tipsy from the indulgence of the too many shots of reds and whites? Who knows. We escaped it all by taking 29 from Calistoga and finally with the help of a map and GPS, following Lake Baryessa back to Davis. Within our shelter around here my Heart is heavy with too many remembrances of the past years spend. Yet the good times seeing our Friends sways the scales, who knows when we will be back in this area. We had to this time around and making the best of it.
The day was bright and the colors muted with only present a few shades of beige and washed out greens. It is the wrong time of the year for this landscape to jump out and amaze anyone. A haze was lingering, yet the roads themselves with their twists and turns were a riding prize specially if on two wheels which we were not. I was thinking sport bike. Maybe one of my old Ducati’s, those little jewels designed for such roads. Those were days past when the Art of Riding was the core of it all.
Davis is now behind us also, we are into the last leg of this ride through this State on Highway #1 before heading back to Tucson and Texas. I am trying to find the right words for our composure and I cannot. Torn between the pleasure to see and spend time with some good and dear Friends and the inner on stand by unnerving roads and traffic and a populace unlike I have felt in a long time. I keep thinking how can millions be living here on top of each other? It has been hard being in the moment. I am only tasting the future times at “The Oasis” as I am filling myself with a strong dosage of patience.
We are in… Los Angeles! Amazing. Visiting my Good Friends Nicole, Paul and Children, Dimitri and Alana. Good food, names not many would have heard off. “Basterma”, “Baba Ganoush”… and more. What a Culinary delight adding some Pesto and Cheese pizzas. So happy when I am… allowed in the kitchen. San Diego tomorrow morning, a Sunday morning which should have no traffic on those arteries I only follow with our GPS. I have no idea where we are only having been told by the electronic arrow on my right and left turns. Amazing technology. How strange as my thinking and my feeling is never at it’s best in this boxed in environment. I have known of this all too well all too long. I feel as an Island amongst these acres of marsh where as in moving sand everyone has sunk as myself only trying to remain afloat from their unconcerned smiles and indifferent gestures. It is the needed flow, the human wave, fast and faster.
This is it this morning, it has arrived, I think we took 405 to San Diego. What a great timing on a Sunday when barely anyone was on the road unlike the experiences throughout the week. The emotions have been so mixed, balanced one moment, unbalanced the next. We went, Nicole and the Children, to “Venice Beach”. I always wanted to see it from my own eyes. It truly is indescribable. How can one describe each individual in this “Halloween” atmosphere? I surprised myself by truly liking the facet of everyone’s reality, the ability and presence to be whoever you want to be, most being themselves. It is a giant stage called “Freedom”, a constant “Carnival” you walk through at your own pace as every step has it’s sight unforgetful and colorful.
The weather so totally perfect, the skies pleasant, a nice cool breeze, the company, well, so enjoyable as one could not ask for more. Evening came in parallel with a dinner only Nicole could prepare. Small Filets topped with a shallot and mushroom wine reduction sauce, smooth and silky risotto, tasty spinach sautéed with garlic. Fresh juiced apples and finished with a French Vanilla Ice Cream topped with fresh strawberries covered themselves with hot melted butter and sugar… And “no”, I would not survive Life as such every night. What a treat, what luxury.
I was very nervous taking the direction of the heart of Los Angeles. It is behind us now and I am so glad we did as all was not as bad as I thought it would be. A small dosage of it exposing the other side, the opposite stage from the one we normally maintain. It has opened up a door to possibilities as maybe some time in the future doing this again for a couple of days as an inner challenge to maintain that forever sought after balance. I was also glad she drove us around as she says “and yes, there is an Art to remain in a Zen like state of mind while driving the streets of LA. Not an easy task. Took years to master…”.
Back to Tucson for next weekend. In the meantime I am thinking on how to introduce our soon to be addition to the Journey!
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