Day 13 Reflections

Tomorrow I will see my home.

Living in a camper. I love it. However I didn’t think before I purchased. What would I change? Bigger. It’s too small for 4. However it’s great for a pair of lovers at a festival. My friend Dawn was right about the children needing their own sleep spaces so that the kitchen is free.

Also a bed that can be approached from both sides. So that James doesn’t have to climb over me to get to his spot (he insists he doesn’t mind).

A hallway two people can pass through would be nice.

I make these complaints but small has advantages. We can park anywhere. Driving is easy.

Our camper took some damage this trip. But not nearly what I thought it would! When James hit the ice cream shop the vent for a previous propane refrigerator was knocked clean off. Hole in the roof! The door to the water heater and a wheel well fender just fell off while we were driving.

Also the motion detector color changing LED toilet bowl light broke and I really liked that thing.

Moms work hard in campers. It’s easier for me just to serve everyone their food because of tight space. I need to bring a propane stove. We don’t explore the campground as much because we have a toilet and shower right there.

Despite that, the children have become so good at playing. Sometimes together. Sometimes alone. I need to work on this at home.

We commented on some beautiful houses in Pennsylvania that were reasonably priced. I said to James “if we could live anywhere, where would you live?” He replied “We can live anywhere.” Revelation. That’s a lot to think about.

I had a clever ending, which I now forget. So I’ll share Anaïs Nin’s thoughts on New York:

“I’m in love with New York. It matches my mood. I’m not overwhelmed. It is the suitable scene for my ever ever heightened life. I love the proportions, the amplitude, the brilliance, the polish, the solidity. I look up at Radio City insolently and love it. It’s all great, and Babylonian. Broadway at night. Cellophane. The newness. The vitality. True, it is only physical. But it’s inspiring. Just bring your own contents, and you create a sparkle of the highest power. I’m not moved, not speechless. I stand straight, tough and I meet the impact. I feel the glow and the dancing in everything. The radio music in the taxis, scientific magic, which can all be used lyrically. That’s my last word. Give New York to a poet. He can use it. It can be poetized. Or maybe that’s mania of mine, to poetize. I live lightly, smoothly, actively, ears or eyes wide open, alert, oiled! I feel the glow and the dancing in every thing and the tempo is like that of my blood. I’m at once beyond, over and in New York, tasting it fully.”

⁃ Anaïs Nin

Author: thewitchmama

Melanie Elizabeth Hexen is a midwife, regionally famous bellydancer, homeschooling mother and matriarch of the Many Hands House. She has been a witch for 25 years, and her belief system is currently based on the writings of Terry Pratchett and the teachings of Steven Posch. With her coven, the Prärie Hexen, she is creating the Hexen Tradition of Witchcraft.

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