I recently completed a solo 10-day road trip loop around the states. Here are the stats:
I left home in Missoula, Montana on Friday October 12th at 5:40am (camped over night in Medina, ND)
I arrived in Stillwater, Minnesota on Saturday October 13th at 12:30pm
I left MN on Tuesday October 16th at 5:00am and arrived in Bull Shoals, Arkansas later that same day at 6:08pm
I left AR on Friday October 19th and arrived back home in Missoula on Sunday October 21st at 12:19pm (camped over night in Paxico, KS and in Kaycee, WY)
Grand total of miles traversed: 3,834.3 miles
Sunset last Friday night in Missoula
With the beauty of autumn unfolding here in the Rocky Mountains of Montana I’ve been thinking about the fertile opportunities that transitions offer us. I was imagining what it would be like if there were no autumn season here. What if we jumped overnight from summer to winter? Yikes! Or what if babies grew up in a matter of days rather than a matter of years? Double yikes!
Sometimes transitions can allow us the chance to ease into the impermanent nature of things. They can be a time of richness and spaciousness. They can also be challenging and at times very difficult. Moving from one thing to another thing often takes a period of transition time in between. And this in-between time can often involve inner feelings of both harmony and dis-harmony happening together at the same time.
Whether we’re going from summer to fall, moving from one town to another, parenting an ever-changing, growing child, entering a new phase of adulthood, or starting over in a new job or relationship things take time to adjust to. We are not static beings living in a fixed environment. We are always changing. Our surroundings are always changing. Our loved ones are always changing.