fiddle dee faddle far foodle

limping, bottom feeding..
(where does the mind feed?)
wandering about brookings..
i locate the library..
have i mentioned how fantibuloscious
libraries are for the road weary?
shelly sits me down to
blog..she's given me an extra hour..

"someone fills the cup in front of us."
rumi

after which, she sends me off
to lunch at susie q's..
molly, the daughter of the owners,
has a rare disease..
there are ties hanging
around the circumference
of the restaurant
that one can buy ..
the money goes to defray
the cost of her treatments..

ah! an excellent way to purify;
to practice generosity..
to clean a slate..
i add a tie to my lunch..
with gratitude for the opportunity
to step up somewhere..

"meekness in itself is nothing
else than a true knowing and feeling
of one's self as one is.
any one who truly sees
and feels oneself as one is,
must surely be meek indeed."
..from the cloud of unknowing

i return to the library to
pick up my pack..
richard, an elderly library gent
offers me a ride to the state line..
as my blister is pouting,
i gladly accept!
he tells me i am much too
intelligent to be walking about like this..
i tell him i am none too clever
to be sitting about!
he takes me to the lucky 0 casino
into california..
onto a new map!

as i walk to smith river,
as i wave to the cars and trucks..
i say;
riding the breath:
salaam aleikum!
imagine that!
handing out the arabic
salute of peace..
let us open our hearts to islam!

remembre forrest gump's description
of the rains in viet nam...?
there was stinging rain,
fat rain,
rain that ran sideways,
rain that seemed to come sraight up from the ground..

that is the rain..
all the rain that
rained down upon me..

i caught the last bus
to crescent city..

"every light between here
and far foodle is out."
dr. seuss

sadly i missed the call from kevin and donna
where i might have had a homespun bed..
i had just chequed into a motel..
far fiddly foodle dee dee!