WALKING ROUTE 66
What If You Already Knew What to Do
A lesson in learning to trust your intuition.
The saga continues…
Four years ago, I walked Route 66 — from Chicago to Santa Monica and blogged about it daily. Now, I am reflecting on the lessons learned along the way. (Read from the start)
I was up early. As I finished packing up my bedding and was reorganizing the stroller, two of Weatherford’s finest showed up. The MOD from the night shift had not communicated with the morning manager. They checked out my ID, we talked a bit, and everything was cool. I went in to freshen up, and I was ready to go.
The west side of Weatherford looked totally different from the east side. It is the older part of town with more of the country charm. I saw a gas station and decided to check the air pressure in my tires. As I was finishing up, an SUV pulled up, and a little boy emerged from the back door. Instinctively, I went for the balloons.
It turned out that there were four siblings, and they all had a request. I ended up making two guns, a motorcycle, and a mermaid. Dad ended up with the sword that I had originally made for the first boy, and I ended up with $27 in my pocket. Not a bad return for listening to my intuition and stopping to check the air pressure.
Then I was walking on Interstate 40’s service road, or the feeder, as they call it in this part of the country. Ten miles from Weatherford, I stopped at the Love’s Travel Center for lunch and rest before finishing the day in Clinton. I needed to get the laundry done and saw a sign for a laundry service across the police station.
I checked with the Police to see if there was a place where I can “camp” for the night. Yes, I could use the park to the east of the river to spend the night there.
The laundry service was a full-service facility, more dry cleaners than a laundromat. They gave me directions to the nearest laundromat, about two miles away. The owner of the laundromat said he had seen me at the Wal-Mart in Weatherford the day before. It’s a small world, after all. I made more than enough to pay for the laundry and a milkshake while I was there.
By the time I backtracked to the river, it was already dark, but after three months on the road, I had learned to navigate the darkness with the flashlight from my phone. There is nothing more rewarding than spending the night under the stars.
As I think back and ponder.
When I undertook the journey, I intended to increase my trust in God. What I discovered was to do that, I had to learn to trust myself first. I developed a higher reliance on my intuition because I found it the mode of communication God uses.
We live in a society where a higher reliance on rational thinking is encouraged. Still, there is nothing more rational than to rely on your innate intelligence connected with Divine or Universal Guidance.
“My success took me the exact amount of time it took for me to trust myself, to trust my essence, to trust this Presence, this other realm and momentum of ease and goodness you never see on the evening news.” ~ Tama Kieves
Stay blessed and be happy, my friends.
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