still. Hours now. into a new day.
This happened twice before in my life. When just the identification of the Remedy was enough. How amazing is that. But it's what i have come over the years to love about this small pamphlet, its simple presentation, its simple Sure presentation….no need for fancy. What it is is what it is.
when in town yesterday, i went to Walmart. ALWAYS right up front were the Rand McNally Road Atlas'. Prominantly displayed. I guess for all the Seniors who shop there while on the road in their motor homes. Anyway, my very ratty ancient one bit the dust some years back. I'd pulled out the pages from my trip to Minnesota ten years ago. And then when most all the kids were in California, that page too. and Colorado, where my son is. And then when i made Julian's collaged match box for Christmas, i cut up California so his box would have the map of where he lives.
i looked Everywhere…nope. So asked the person who stands central in the store where they might be and she said….we don't have those anymore. No one uses maps. You use your GPS.
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she said it like, DUH. and i responded privately in my mind, like, duh. What if your vehicles are 30 years old and don't have that? And what if you happen to really LOVE maps? Duh back. She was nice, as they are encouraged to be and led me back to the book and magazine section, but no….no road atlas'. But there was a few paper maps. Arizona, Texas….a few of these and one single kind of tattered Western States.
so. Here. and it adds to the sense of things. Don't know why the camera chooses to give color this way, but it doesn't matter, really. So, the MAP. I will put things here in the next while, dangle them, pin them on. To …… what? To make it Sacred. This traveling. To act as Blessing in the days i imagine it. To….?
Maps. I still love maps and will order a Rand McNally Road Atlas from where else than Amazon for looking at with the kids in California. Look at and mark with the sky blue Sharpie highlighter….where they are, where all of us Were, the roads we traveled in our days.
small. feels good.
windthread 
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