Uprooting, learning to plant where you grow... strike that and reverse it. Growing where you are planted. What will become of this your brand new colony. Everything so fresh and new for the first time. If only we could maintain our child's sense of wonder a man says to me, the other day, the world would be a better place. I find myself wondering will I gravitate towards the lights of my newly found tribe or declare myself a sovergn entity?
Passing through the towns on my road to Bliss -- I think things, strangs things... are these the sweet and sleepy little towns where Stephen King finds his muse? Will I click here? Is this a place where I can truly be myself and be loved for who I am? And most importantly will I feel safe? Passing through the bright blue doors some of my fears are quickly abated. Smiling faces are there to greet me. Young and old these are definately people full of promise.
Everyone greets me with thier name and apartment number and a standing off to help out or have me over for a homecooked meal once I arrive and settle in. They describe their Bliss as "excellent!" and remind me that true Bliss is what you make of it. Everyone seems jovial as I step out under the clear blue Connecticut winter sky. It begins to snow as I'm walked across the campus to my new apartment. Along the way, an adorable snow white cat with black spots was rolling around in and purring at the snow.
Empty inside save for the maintanence workers, my new place smelled strongly of new paint and glue as they worked to clean and place all new appliances to suit my needs. Being the first to arrive, I had a choice of a room overlooking the deck or the trail. I chose the trail view over the view of the deck. The trail reminds me a little of a very long time ago when my Mom put an ad in the paper after I graduated H.S. saying: "the road is yours, go for it!" Everyone was foolish enough to think she bought me a car even though I don't drive. Gotta love parental metaphors... the trail reminds me of the camp I went to as a kid and every camp I worked when I grew-up -- including all the trails I've swept.
A trail is all about new discovery. In this case, I am discoverying my bliss. Where it may lead me to is anybody's guess. Things will be rough at first and there are a few roadblocks in my way right now, then I am reminded what a woman said to me the other day, how it takes a special person not to iet thier no become my no.