It has been all about the wind the first few days of our journey…..First, just leaving Central Oregon was a challenge as the high wind gusts blew us out and over the mountain, me white knuckle driving and chain eating an entire bag of organic gummy worms while the gusts rocked the coach, causing new strange whistles and groans inside, as cars and semis blew by us.  Steve spent the entire time perched on the edge of his dog carseat, straining the tie, staring at me and shivering.  Did I mention he doesn’t like riding in cars?

After a few quiet days spending time with my 2 kids, eating good food, we headed East, winding up in the wind capital of Oregon, Hood River and Mosier.  Spending the night in the driveway of an old and dear friend, a lifelong windsurfer.  We explored the trails, Cascade Locks, stopping at places I had always just driven right by, in a rush to be someplace else.  Steve enjoyed the hikes and not being in the RV for sure, and, the sun was shining.  I’m pretty sure when I opened the door, he leaped out, yelled “LAND”, and kissed the ground.

Sometimes, my mind is like the wind, blowing every which way, changing it’s mind, going this way and that.  Where do I go, what do I do now, where do I fit in?  Sometimes, when other parts of your life drop away, freeing up time and space, it leaves you open for possibilities to come your way that you didn’t even know were options until you have freedom to choose and do anything you want.  Some changes are easy, some are hard and a challenge and we want to resist, others want to resist and want us to resist, but the changes happen and we roll with it, like the wind.  I have had a few big changes recently and I still need to process my way through, and so…..I decided to just drive……and the ocean called me…..

And here I sit, at the Oregon Coast, in the middle of a storm, with a front row seat, the wind and rain testing the RV and myself and Steve, who is still under the covers, hunkered down and we are riding it out.  A good day to write, accept the storm within and without.  It forces me to sit still, to stop being a whirlwind, feeling the need to always be doing, be busy, to shift gears and just be.




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