Oregon looks like I imagine Ireland looks. Lush. Green. The further north we moved, the lower my anxiety became. I'd been anxious all the way through California, scared. Of what, you might ask? I have no idea. It was just a constant sense of the possibility of things going terribly wrong. Part of my lifelong wrestling match with depression/anxiety.
We visited a couple of bookstores in Medford and Roseburg and pulled into Eugene just around sunset. We had no idea where we were going to camp, but a little internet research via the smartphone found the Eugene Mobile Village on Franklin Blvd. In the dark, of course, we had no idea of the actual surroundings, but we found the place.
The office was closed, but we picked out a spot near the office and put our payment in the slot. A few days later, we moved to a longer-term location.
|Our first spot at Eugene Mobile Village.|
|Our long-term location.|
|The green stones kept surfacing here beneath the trees. Notice the orbs.|
The first weekend of my apprenticeship training I returned home and we had new neighbors. A long old tan RV was parked behind us and the couple that owned quickly became our fast friends. Christie and Abijah and Abijah's son, Seth are delightful, open, honest, genuine young hippies. Both had birthdays a couple of days apart in April and the three of us celebrated our birthdays (mine is April 19).
I later learned that the stone that kept mysteriously appearing was serpentine--very similar to jade, but associated with spiritual healing. The signs just keep coming.