Children

This will long, rambling and disjointed. Sorry.

Today I realized that I no longer even consider checking the back of the van to be certain that everyone got in. We’re on the road with children and dogs and about 45 minutes after our last stop it suddenly occurred to me that I could have left someone and would not have even noticed. For the record, I have done this before. 

We stopped in Chapel Hill to visit R, who, while he will ride in the car with me, rarely does so these days. I mean, he’s 22. He almost has a degree from UNC. He’s a man with a great girlfriend and a dog. He likes us. He answers the phone when I call or he calls back. Usually. But he’s like the kid in the song, ‘The Cat’s in the Cradle’. He’s got his own life and is completely, unapologetically involved in it. 
Now we’re on our way to visit Eli in the Smokies. She too has her life but she wants us there with her sometimes. We’re visiting because she specifically asks us to come visit and tells us when is good for her and damn if that’s not all the reason we need to pack up the popup and hit the road.
So here I sit with 3 kids, wait! Yes. 3 kids. 4 dogs. Hubby. We’re headed off to spend Easter in Pisgah National Forest, near a creek with excellent splashing and trout fishing opportunities. Tomorrow we’re going here in hopes of striking it rich…or of just having a really great time sifting through a bunch of rocks. We’re weird like that. Some us pick up rocks and carry them around in our pockets everywhere we go. We have rocks from Pompeii, the Green Grotto on Capri, the Grand Canyon, Jackson Hole and the Roman Forum. We’ll come home with a few more from these sweet mountains.
On Sunday, we plan on being at the sunrise service at Chimney Rock. Those of you who know us, know we’re not church going folk but I love a good ceremony and suspect anything celebrated on a rock that is more than 500 million years old and accompanied by a hammered dulcimer player, will be worth the effort of getting up early. I’m actually kind of excited about the idea. 
We have big plans and little time but I’m hoping to head back in a few weeks. Tea and Ale will spend tonight on campus with Eli and go back Sunday night so that they can attend classes with her on Monday. It will be both kid’s first experience with an on-campus overnight. Both are HS Juniors. We get to meet The Famous and Formerly Dreadlocked Boyfriend who now is respectably shaven, I think, and currently is wearing combable hair.
I love camping. I love the mountains. I totally owe Rocky who is holding down the farm in Corapeake.
I don’t suppose Randall will be joining us for Easter. I was hoping but he sounds pretty determined to stay in Chapel Hill. The rest of the kids will be with us. As long as they get in the car.
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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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