45 days. 10 states. Of the challenges and obstacles I experienced throughout, the most difficult to navigate was the relationship with my phone. Whether it was dying after charging, dropping service during emergencies, or distracting me with negative thoughts, my once reliable companion turned into the date from hell. In honor of my time spent off the (Verizon) grid, I've decided to call this section No Service, where I will chronicle my journey out west, sharing the lessons learned along the way. You will notice the stories linked below are told through the eyes, ears, and...general observations of the places and "things" that crossed my path. What is your perspective? Enjoy!
It all began in (CENSORED) / (who) are you Afraid (of) ?
You may recall, early on in my unspinning, I explored my fear of the dark as it relates to the monstrous cIown wreaking havoc in my subconscious. At that point, I was still in recovery mode, with city lights and neighbors abound. Would the clown pop up again as the shadows of the wild set in? Who is in the dark.
The wHizZard of oz(arks) / A horse(fly) of a different color
I thought following the yellow brick road to an oasis would be a lot easier. Though my walk through the Ozarks wasn't derailed by apple-throwing trees, flying monkeys, or a jaded witch, the path to the wizard, or rather the waterfall, was not filled with munchkins or Technicolor either. Who is off!
Mo(o)ving through Oklah-om-a/ Aloha, Oklahoma, OM..k?
It seems I missed the sprawling shoreline, the dinosaur bones, and the varied components of the state meal as I drove through Oklahoma, but I did find a pivotal thread that helped me complete my web. Sooner or later, Who yields to being OK.
“And so it happens that if anyone—in whatever society—undertakes for himself the perilous journey into the darkness by descending, either intentionally or unintentionally, into the crooked lanes of his spiritual labyrinth, he soon finds himself in a landscape of symbolical figures...”