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"At the end we can only try to leave this place a little bit better than it was… "

Silence here, as the expression goes, has been golden.

Quiet upward steps started facing me months ago, with behind them each standing tall, so many doors all locked and no keys. Only thoughts of a decision and how to get from point B to point C as it has taken me 10 years to travel from point A to point B where we both right now stand for a few more days. Yes, we are leaving… Hungry for what is ahead.

So much has changed these past 10 years. These past 20 years. I was here present on this Life’s stages. I have been here experiencing them. Pondering, wondering, all while at times getting sucked into the flow, this new current  where everyone is so connected and yet so disconnected. Luckily waking up in different moments of stupor wanting my old life back.

The path has been at times crooked, at times straight, up and down with never a true destination either mental or physical. The body has taken a beating while the mind too often especially these past few months, on the edge of a cliff trying to hang on as to not fall into this one way precipice. The rope held up while Spirit always at my side showing me the way to live the present and smile at the past with only few tears towards my loss. I try so hard to make sense of it all while witnessing too often this society in a bickering mode while their own present escapes never realizing it will not come back. Futile, so much of it.

Fall is finally here. I would never want to spend another summer at The Oasis. I am not an indoor person as the heat put on a lid on our activities. At the same time they have been healing moments. I don’t know if feeling like a wounded Life’s gladiator is a bit too intense of an image, but that has been my latest reality. Only four days remain here. Four days and then on forever, meaning for however long this passage will allow us to again be gypsies on the road as this Oasis is now up for sale.

It is a bitter sweet thought. Act. Motion. We have to ply with whatever society dishes out. Who would we fight? There is no way in any fashion to feud with the local thieves, those low life "beings" as I will skip the word "human". Come and gone there is no valid trace of them. No one still knows who they are. Only clues, rumors but no proven facts. Maybe all for the better as I did find a key to unlock one of those doors staring at me with a new avenue smiling at us and yelling "come and regain your freedom". We will. We are. All even if the nerves are a bit on edge from such a decision which had to be taken without, unfortunately, much of a choice.

“The sky is a shirt wet with tears, the road a vein about to break…”