Take Two! On Cages and Sages.

It's been a month since my last post here. The RV has been in the shop this long. Apparently the previous owners decided to do some interesting Frankenstein repairs and the new mechanics had to pull in experts from all over the world, either that or they found the good scotch in my hidden cabinet and have been having weekend parties. I just hope they restocked.

My son is with his father for some orthodontist appointments and I have been staying with friends. I seem to have developed into a sort of modern day Mary Poppins and, in fact, told this by a friend, I was promptly given a delicate ruffled polka-dot umbrella, which I will attempt to employ for levitation but I'm not holding my breath.

A few weeks ago, I realized that my very well laid out plans of building the Glance Floor in Flagstaff and then installing the first Abundance Tree at the Star School were not going to happen. The Abundance Tree is now postponed until September and all the wood painstakingly packed onto and inside the RV was removed and loaded into a friend's backyard in Phoenix, a new Phoenix crew assembled on the fly and we've been working on it in the 114 degree heat and record humidity for this desert region. I can honestly say that I'm now acclimated to Arizona. The burn will be a breeze compared to this.

I have, an amazing crew - always looking for the silver lining or what was "meant to be" has opened me up to some amazing opportunities to get to know people with similar mindsets and good work-ethics. It may be strange for a homeless woman whose entire worldly possessions have been sitting in a dealership trying not to explode to say that she's been blessed, but the fact is, I really have. And I've learned a level of patience that is frightening.

A friend told me that I was experiencing "Holy Poverty" and I think that will need to be the name of an art project some day. The same friend suggested an interesting name for the RV - I've decided it needs a name, since it's now taken on a bit of a personality. The friend suggested it be called the "Sage Cage" when I told him that I'd been considering painting questions on the sides of the RV to inspire conversations in the passing cars. I told him I was a bit uncomfortable with this as it implies something about me that I'm not really feeling I adequately embody - but perhaps I could assign the moniker to my son and feel better about it. Then he suggested that I could assign it to everyone else in the cars around.

So all the world is a cage. And all it's players, sages. I like this.

Thank you, all the sages I've been lucky enough to cross paths with. I'll see you all on the road.