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Truck Stop Circles of Restoration

 

 I have not written in this blog for years and I begin in with an intention to simply write.  Not worry about who is reading and what others think.  Simply to write.  

I go to the Truck Stop on Saturday mornings and other times where I really need to focus and read.  It seems contrary for focused attention and yet it works for me.

It is one of those great spots where the sign says, "Seat yourself," so I found my spot in a corner booth.  My favorite waitress brought coffee and a smile.  As I organized my books and notebook and waited for my eggs and toast, I savored the sounds.

Closest to me is an older couple and a grandson talking about the projects they want to tackle today. A young gentleman talked to his partner on the speaker phone, telling her about the "locals and travelers" all eat here.  Then he listened to a sitcom for many to hear.  

A family speaking Spanish laughed and shared breakfast at a large table nearby.  The children laughing and the adults talking with me wishing I could speak their language. In another booth, two brothers find a seat.  The older proudly ordering for the younger and fixing the hat on his head.   Watching them chat over breakfast makes me catch my breath.

Two women sit across from each other sharing coffee and a story.  Their voices musical as they share confidences.

Back to work, I tell myself.  I am reading "The little book of Circles," by Kay Prantis. 

 I chuckled as I read, "in a circle we acknowledge our mistakes and we hold ourselves and each other in compassion."  "Circles assume a universal human wish to be connected to others in a good way," and I looked around at all of the circles happening all around me.  "Storytelling strengthens a sense of connectedness, fosters self reflection and empowers participants."  

Restorative circles are happening all around us.  At tables and the backs of pick ups and bon fires or back yard fire pits.

My dream is to travel in my little travel trailer.  

Some day I want to simply travel and take the time to meet people and hear their hearts and their stories.  I want to ask them about their lives and connect to their hearts.  To pursue interesting people and fearless conversations. 


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