"You're not from these parts are ya."

Yeah, like all good road trips there come those moments when you have to pull into a gas station.
That's where I have been since the last blog. Got out, stretched my legs,arms and back. I even managed to touch my toes and to the wonderful sound of a pop or two.. satisfyingly adjusted. realigned and a renewed sense of balance.
I like those stops in the heat of a desert. I soak it in and become one with lizards.. feels good.
Of course not every stop is like that. I remember being on the road with one of my bro's. driving from CA to SD. It was the edge of winter so my bro' bundled up in snow pants, big jacket, hat and gloves. I was almost as bundled but this weather wasn't as alien to me. We gassed and coffee'd up then approached the cashier.
" You're not from these parts are ya."
It wasn't a question, it was a statement of obvious truth. it's then that we notice everyone else was in western shirts, Levis and cowboy boots (yes even the toddlers). It was just a mild day to them except the visiting tumble weeds that we were, all wrapped in deep winter protection.
Yeah we looked funny to them but at least we were honest to our needs.
Sometimes we don't have the choice about where we can take a much needed pause. stretch. Gather and refuel but we can choose to be at peace with ourselves regardless.