Day 65 Monday, September 12 Ukiah to Garberville, CA 91 miles
I made the decision a few days ago that I needed to spend the last few days before arriving back in Portland savoring the experience with a return to more solitude. Ukiah was the last planned stop to meet with members of churches to share what I have heard on the road. With the open road once again ahead of me and no scheduled conversations I found that I relaxed into my riding again. I could arrive at Garberville whenever I wanted and stop as often as I wished. I found that my gaze softened again much like it felt during the first two to three weeks. With the absence of an evening agenda I was able to enjoy the present moment more.
Speaking of the present moment I am sitting watching the Raiders/Broncos game on Monday Night Football. I don’t follow football like I used to. It’s become so technical and precise that it has begun to feel less like a game and more like two lawyers trying to outwit each other. Having said that, I grew up in Colorado during the “Orange Crush” days of the Denver Broncos. For years my mood on Monday was often dependent on how the Broncos performed on Sunday! Anyway, I was in a market earlier today when I overheard two clerks discussing what two games were being played tonight. The Raiders/Broncos rivalry was to be televised and it sounded like the perfect way to allow myself to relax and go mindless (football will do that to you!). Plus my son has picked up the passion for the Broncos as well and it is something we can share. Good boy!
A lot has transpired in recent days (as well as weeks). I can feel myself now beginning to process and reflect on what all this means for my return to Portlland and Eastminster Church. Truthfully, I don’t really know what it all means and what the implications are. I do, however, have a positive feeling. I do feel like it all represents a breakthrough in some way. Most of all I can feel my own sense of call being clarified. I can see that my mind is going there while I am riding. My thoughts are not yet clear enough and consistent enough to know myself or to share. But, I can see that I am now moving into this phase of sifting through all the experiences and conversations in preparation of returning to Portland much clearer about what gifts I do bring and don’t bring to the Church in this time.
I took a lot of pictures today–a sign that even with significant miles I had softened my gaze again to what was around me. The rest of this day is best captured in pictures as any more writing would be forcing reflections that are still premature. Here are some highlights of the day: