For awhile there I’d wake up in the backseat of my car in a fetal position because it’s not the kind with any room to actually lay down, it’d be snowing out, I’d hope there was enough gas in it to drive in to town and of course get the heater on. I’d go to to the gas station to use the hot water tap and make some Yerba Mate, and then start reading the forum and answering Octatrack questions without a care in the world about how the day would flow to get gas and some food… Just trusting that if we are one with the infinite universe then you can’t really be anywhere without access to everything that ever was, is, and shall be. Make moves with love and generosity and the universe will bring stuff to you.
I ate everyday and only ran out of gas a few times at the gas station, wouldn’t be long till it would have some in it by some interesting twist of fate, and the day would go on… I met a lot of interesting people along the way that I never would have met, and gave them my respect and full attention. I gained a much deeper compassion for those without homes (I considered myself home-free instead of homeless) and would round up food at the food banks and drop it off at the park where they like to hang out… Stuff like that… It was good.