End of an era

I'm pretty sure some old-fart folk singer once said "and the times they are a-changing".  Gawd, so true; then and now, and forever actually.  Everything is always moving, always changing, and the feeble minded stay helplessly hoping that things won't.  As I'm bellying up against the bar of my 28th birthing day I've noticed that some rare reclusive corner of my psyche is trying to shed off some layers; maybe just for Change Practice Training, or as I call it CPT for short.   Well I actually just came up with that to be honest.  Maybe the Saturn returning journey might be a heavy long trail through the fire swamp and the bog of eternal stench and I'll need a fresh pair of boxers and some fine smelling oils to protect me from the demons of evil; well the fresh boxers are in case I get scared and piss my pants.

And the world is changing pretty ferociously right now too, don't ya think!  Earth quakes and tsunamies, global Occupies and local breakdowns, the birds sing death metal and the monk seals sip mai tais in the ozoneless sun.  The egyptian goddess of this world purrs like a kitten on the tops of live wire.  How can any normal thinking person contest the facts of these?  Another old washed up soul singer once truthfully belted out "its been a long time coming but I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will".

So with all that:  the Vanagon is goneagon!  The end of an era.  She was my home, my kitchen, my studio, my love palace, my tea house, my storage shed, and sometimes my vehicle.  For a year I lived a dream that most people either fantasize about in their cold blankets of Canada or scornfully disapprove from a deep envy atop sky rises on Wall Street.  To be able to lift my head from my dream drooled pillow and look out the windshield to check the surf is beyond the words of satisfaction and joy, such freedom and serenity.......until a loud banging on the door fractures your morning mellow enlightenment with the square stern voice "excuse me excuse me, YOU CAN'T SLEEP IN YOUR VAN HERE and you have no permit sir!"  So anyway, the Westfalia is in the hands of a young beautiful girl making her dream come true..... somewhere on the east side.  The first thing people say to me when  I tell them I sold the van is "oh my god, noooo, well where are you going to live?"  Amongst the pedestrians of "normal" society in square angular things called "houses".  The van was a huge check off on the bucket list, and my bucket has a hole in it.......I think that's a song isn't it?  And now Mr. Miyagi (my new 1986 toyota truck) gets me from here to there, and besides I think the van was starting to exceed my reputation.