The view out the window of Priscilla's Coffee House.
I met a friend here after work. She's moving to Maine! Just let me know on Thursday and she's setting off tomorrow. She hadn't told people she was going to do it because she didn't want to be talked out of it. She seemed at peace with the adventure, in spite of the losses it also represents.
She's going to drive, and stop and visit old friends along the way. She talked about the mythology of the seven gates of hell--which apparently is echoed in several traditions--where the traveler sheds those things which she holds dear along the way. The last thing she sheds is her skin. It's about letting go in order to be reborn.
Gotta love writers.
1 comment:
There's a Canadian singer/songwriter doing this right now. She's given up everything (and I don't even remember how she collects royalties)!
All she owns is the clothes on her back and the few things in her backpack.
Your friend's not that extreme but it's part of a rejuvenation/meditation process that is entirely exciting.
It's a good thing she didn't get influenced, IMO.
All the best to her.
mltt
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