Passing Through

I am lost in thought. Drifting. Not knowing what to focus on or even if I want to focus on anything but the moment in the palm of my hand. I am back at my favourite spot, the Blenz coffee shop on the corner of Bernard Avenue and Water Street. It’s a good place to allow, to be, to feast the eyes on the outer world and to ride the waves of thought wherever they take me.

It’s become my ritual following the Sunday service at the Centre for Positive Living for me to walk the three or four blocks here, order myself a dark hot chocolate and perch myself on a bar stool by the big windows where I can watch the world go by while I poke away at the keyboard. Truth be known, I have no other place to go while I wait for my ride to come and fetch me. And truth be known, it’s a perfectly good place to be. It acts as a transition time from my inner world of reflection to the outer world of reality.

The LCD thermometer on the Business Development Bank of Canada across the street says its 12:21 p.m. 37 degrees Fahrenheit or 3 degrees Celsius. The sun is shining and I can smell a hint of spring in the air and see it in the smile on people’s faces as they stroll by on their way to wherever. This is the time of year when coats are shed, things start to come out of hibernation, evolve and change. I get itchy feet when that happens. I want to sell everything (gasp!) and take off for parts unknown. Some people call it “spring fever”. Makes me want to spring right out of here alright. “Hit the road Jack, and don’t you come back no more, no more. Hit the road Jack, and don’t you come back no more.”

I guess it’s the gypsy in me coming down with the traveling fever again. It doesn’t take much to provoke my adventurous soul. A wink in my direction or a little nudge in the ribs and I’m off and running wanting to discover and experience everything I can soak up and absorb. It’s not like I crawl into a cave and tuck my head under my arm pit or something, hell I wouldn’t last long there anyway – but it’s that I’m always working with the interior (growth) movement and landscape and after a while I need to feel the outer movement too. Shouldn’t something like that qualify for some kind of grant or a bursary or a public fund of some kind? The headline could read. Donations are now being accepted for a “Traveling Gypsy Soul”, soon to be on the endangered species list. Give generously. Be the first to make a difference.

My ride is here and we’re out of here! Off to explore the great outdoors!