Finally Home (Travel Day Returning From East Coast Gathering)

Finally Home (Travel Day Returning From East Coast Gathering)

Compared to the fiasco of trying to make it to East Coast Gathering — making it back home was a fairly uneventful time. That, in itself, was a major relief. There truly is nothing more frustrating than missing your flight. But than – that’s certainly life with Trickster Gods. Thanks Crow. Thanks Coyote. I hope ya’ll had a few laughs at my expense.  Yes, you taught me to be more composed in the face of events that go sideways. And to be better prepared for the unexpected. Yeah.

The entire East Coast Gathering was fun – but things picked up a ton when the Bardic grade folks got together during breakout session. I have never seen so many folks tossing out such excellent ideas, and it really opened up everything for great discussions amongst us all during the lunch. And yeah, the bunks were hard and totally sucked for trying to get some sleep. But there was so much more there than the sleep.

But now, I get to come back to earth, just a bit. Tomorrow morning, I have to make two house closings. The house I am purchasing up in Lindsay, Texas (near the Oklahoma border), and the one I am selling here in Corinth, Texas (just north of Dallas, south of Denton). After that, its all about moving. By Thursday afternoon, everything in this house has to be moved out and the keys handed over to the buyers. So life is about to get very hectic and topsy-turvy over the next few days.

I will be transporting all my rocks up to the new house on Tuesday, and setting up my two (!) stone circles. One will be for Kokopelli. The other….well, there will be a blog post about that one. Added to all of this, I will be trying to incorporate aspects of the Comanche spirituality – what little there seems to be known about it. After all, I will be living in their ancestral lands…there’s a connection to be made there. There’s a connection to be explored there as well.

So, speaking of packing – I have some of that to do before I tromp off to bed. Only three more nights at this house.

Fleeing for the Greener Spaces

There are a handful of things that have my immediate attention. No, the Presidential nominating processes for the two similar parties is not one of them. Nor was the return of Kim Davis to her job. Though both certainly seemed to be pressing issues for many other people. No, I have my typical anxieties over flying, as I am headed north to the wilds of Pennsylvania for the East Coast Gathering. And there’s my upcoming move the following week. At the moment, both of these are primary issues in my mind.

This OBOD East Coast Gathering will be my first time at this event. I already know a good number of the people that are going to be there, since I had met them previously at the OBOD Gulf Coast Gathering in March. I know that ECG will be a bit different – plus, there’s also the setting to consider as well. The Spirits of the Land in Louisiana were waaaaaay different than those of north Texas, just as they will be very different within Pennsylvania. I think it will be a fascinating time….

My beloved Big Backyard Tree
My beloved Big Backyard Tree

But once I get back – one of the most disruptive processes for an individual’s life will take place — moving from one home to another. And while I am looking forward to the move – I also am a little anxious over things. Here at this house, I will be leaving behind some of the Spirits of the Land that I have managed to reach out to – I will be leaving behind an area that I have become comfortably grounded with – I will be leaving behind Psycho my kinetic squirrel neighbor who feeds at my backyard water/feeder – and I will be leaving my three beloved trees in the backyard. Its really rough to leave an environment you have cared for and so deeply connected with.

But, I will be heading into ancestral Comanche territory. I have already started doing research into the specific tribes that were in the area, along with some of the deeper history. There’s a lot to take in. And I am excited at the prospect of what Spirits of the Land I can connect with. I already have made close friends with some of the local Crows – all of whom recognize me and caw their greetings every single time I appear in their sight. I know that they will eventually locate where I live – since I am only a few miles away from the college.

Still, the move has me on edge because I wonder what the near future holds for the area I am currently sitting in. Urban “upgrades” are happening all around – and only spell the influx of more people to the Denton county area. I already don’t recognize a lot of the area I lived in just south of the lake, just a decade ago. I fear for a lot of the environment here around the lake. There are three herds of mule deer that are trapped against the shores of the lake by urban growth. I can only imagine how much greater their peril will be as the traffic patterns continue to grow and change – particularly in those dawn and dusk hours that they seem to be so active. I understand the socio-economic impact that such growth will have for the smaller communities in the southern part of the county (where I live), but I see so little concern about how this will impact the wildlife and the environment that was here first.

Old Alton Bridge - aka Goatman's Bridge - Denton County Texas
Old Alton Bridge – aka Goatman’s Bridge – Denton County Texas

I have written a few pleas to my local city council, imploring that the green spaces out near Goatman’s Bridge continue to be maintained, and respected. But the growth in the area has already seen part of those trails earmarked for “improvements” – which I believe to be known as “apartments”. These small communities, after all, are considered to be “commuter towns” — which means the emphasis is on growing the population, not maintaining the greenery.

In a manner of speaking, I feel a lot like many of the wild animals that once inhabited these spaces. As modern living of the Dallas/Fort Worth metromess continue to expand northward, I am packing my house and moving ahead of this sprawl — hoping to outrun the concrete jungle as it grows. Fleeing for the greener spaces….

What Happens….Looking at Connectivity During a Move

The morning started quietly today. I peeked out the kitchen window, and saw the very manicured backyard – minus my stone circle – there before. Extremely short grass, being bathed with the morning rays of light, emphasizing both the green patches that the sprinklers manage to keep growing (and the shade of the tree helps along), and the browner patches of grass in the open part of the yard. The sun peeked through some darkish looking clouds, which made for some wonderful hues of light as the morning progressed. Now, a few hours later, the sun has changed the color of those clouds to the typical high, white, wispy-thin cotton trails that are indicative of a very hot day here in Texas.

Every morning for the past few weeks, I have either stepped out into my backyard, or stood at the dining room window overlooking the bird bath and silently projected my thought that my friends may want to find alternate places to find their food and water. I have no idea what the future holds in a few weeks when the new owners move in. For all I know, they will tear down the big tree and the two little trees in the backyard and install an in-ground pool – like most of the neighborhood already has. I feel its my obligation to project these messages to my little denizens that I have come to know through watching their daily dramas unfold at the birdbath. I have also spent a few times in meditation reaching out to the Spirits of Place that are here, and whispering my goodbyes into the air around them. For the most part, I’ve always been ignored – these times have been no exceptions.

I never really understood how traumatic an experience moving can be. I grew up in the United States military – moving was always something that could happen at any time. And sometimes it was a very quick process. Other times, it was a lot longer – more lead time towards the event, so things could be carefully packed away. I was far smaller, and way younger than I am now. My responsibility was to bring my Steiff bear Timothy with me, as well as any book I might want to read a few times over on the plane. I hated flying, even then. That was probably the most nerve-wracking thing I ever did during those trips. Making friends at a new place was never that difficult. Once the bicycle was unpacked, it was a matter of riding through the neighborhood a couple of times before the other kids realized there was someone new. Its a little different now that I am an adult. Its not as easy as getting in your car and circling the block a few times. There’s a whole different ritual where adults are concerned. I hate that. But that’s the way society has changed. We’ve become far more wrapped up in ourselves than we were before.

Yes, there’s a lot on my mind where this move is concerned.

Gizmo hiding...sort of
Gizmo hiding…sort of

But in the meantime, I continue to play with my furry girls, knowing that the move will be the most traumatic to them. After all, it is a very rare thing for them to be put in their cat carriers – and usually the end of that is a visit to the vet, not a favorite destination whatsoever. I know that I have a large responsibility to make them feel as comfortable and reassured as I can – both during the move process, and after they arrive at the new house. The first month-plus will be chaos as we unpack boxes, re-pack material for storage, and try to find the furniture locations that will work best to make the house comfortable. And all of that will be stressful on them as well. All three of them are very good barometers of emotion. If you are upset, and loud – Gizmo will be around. If you are feeling down – Shadow will be there. And Kaylee…well, she’s wherever I am. That’s my puppy dog. She might be a cat, but she certainly acts more like a dog.

Perhaps the most interesting aspect in all of this, is when I am looking at something or some situation – and trying to determine what I should do… its like a part of my Druidry studies kicks in. I worry and fuss over details that I had never considered before – because I am worried about how a lack of attention will affect someone else. Why else would I be worried about my little feathered friends finding another place to get their baths and seed? Or the worry I have for the squirrel attempting to forage food from other yards, and having to cross the neighborhood’s busiest street?

I know there’s not a lot I can really do – except not move. But consider how much of a physical and mental toll that long drive is doing to me now…that’s not an option, unless I can quit, which I do not want to do. After only a year, I am making a difference – I am providing numbers in a timely fashion to the Administration so that they can make timely decisions based on data trends. Its not always the most ideal situation…but its a place where everyone treats you like family, and are always willing to help out.

Yeah, its a rough decision to make – there are minuses to making the move, but the plusses far outweigh that. I am not sure what view I will have of the morning sun – but if it is obstructed, my neighborhood is quiet enough that morning walks before daylight will become a staple of my day.