Day 2

The Thunder And Lightening Were Singing Our Names

Trust. It’s an interesting concept. I’m typing this from a spare bed, in a house, of a person named Carrie that I met an hour ago in Kentucky. How long do you know people before you lend them your bed? Less than an hour? Probably not, right? Carrie and Michael are currently letting four strangers and a dog sleep in their house like they wouldn’t have it any other way. Pete contacted Carrie prior to the trip but met all of us here tonight for the first time. It seems like a wild notion, right? It’s a very vulnerable situation to be in on both ends of this transaction though. A possible invitation to something bad happening. On one side of this, they could be scared that we are some traveling gypsy murderers, and then there’s my side of the coin, where somebody let me stay at their place and now I lay awake wondering if they are going to pop in and axe me some questions to death. Perhaps, we’ve all watched too many scary movies and we push the idea of something bad happening to the top of the list of things that could happen as opposed to something positive. Also, there’s this notion that when something seems too good to be true that it must be a trap. We are scared of being so exposed and vulnerable that nothing has face value meaning anymore. A word isn’t just a word. A promise can even be a lie with an expiration date.

So, when something this great happens and you’re not used to it, like me, you tread lightly and tightrope walk through. You don’t enjoy it until it’s over. But maybe this experience will allow for me to be more mindful and present next time.