Saturday, August 19, 2017

`Aha Update #18: A Servicing Mars Story

"... Mars is the bomb. No matter what you want to do, what you think about doing, feel like doing, what you DO relates to your Mars. This makes it really important to know your Mars and learn to service it so that it performs the way you wish in your finer moments. Where is your Mars? Are you volatile? " - " Power, responsibility and volatility", Satori

When Pete and I were kids the service station was a real full deal. Gas was around 17-19 cents a gallon when we both started driving. My oldest memory of a service station: Hide's (pronounce "he-day's")Service Station on old Waialae Avenue in Kahala before the freeway and before all that is Kahala now. Pete's two older brothers were grease monkeys at gas stations; 'mechanic apprenticeship' for guys in the 1950's.

Things have changed since Hideo and his sister Grace sold gas, checked every thing under the hood and knew everyone who pulled up at the pump.

As Pete and I juggle what it takes for us to act on the details and circumstances of our move to Elsewhere the astrology and the mundane reality of life on the road in 2017 led me back to the old service station. To get from here to Elsewhere we are literally fingering and revisiting the choices and the challenges that got us here.

Pete has cleared most of two garages worth of this and that's--essential nuts and bolts, for a man who sees value in little bits of cedar and unmatched but usable hinges; isn't afraid to pack out other people's trash, and will show up with his truck and shovel when a friend's favorite goat passes on. "Need some help with that?"

This is a man who will take time to dicker prices on the proper screw rather than pay package price for a bag of mystery hardware.



To move ourselves and Vardo for Two we will need to find a truck powerful enough to haul 3,500+ pounds reliably. It is also not enough to be powerful, the truck has to be fragrance-free enough for Pete to drive long distances without getting whacked by fragrance or toxic fumes.

We are looking for an older truck, rather than new, with an engine that runs as clean as possible on gasoline. We thought we would sell Pete's Dodge truck, Bernadette and the Subaru and use that money to buy a truck to be both towing vehicle and everyday truck.

During the weeks of wild fire smoke the reality of smoke damage to my already taxed-to-max lungs revealed the need to keep our Subaru, Scout. The car has been, and continues to be my other safe room on wheels when the vardo becomes compromised (difficult to be in). That's the thing about being responsible and discerning about power. We have little power over others' choices, and often power over the choices we make create a volatile situation pulling the hinges out of our world of safety.


Earlier in the week Pete began work on replacing the bulging oak siding on the back of the vardo. The work had to be done, but the process created dust and reactivity for me. The inside of the vardo was compromised. Scout was the answer, I could recover in the car.  Scout the Subaru gives us a bit of wiggle room in our small space lifestyle from Vardo for Two.

As age, and Environmental Illness manifests, I am reminded how important it is to service my Leo Mars (dramatic actress) regularly, and discerningly. Taking my Mars on adventures is important to let some of that dramatic flare find movement. Mars is moving through the sky now just behind the Leo Sun. The Solar Eclipse in Leo will affect my Mars, and that of every one else. All things considered a stop at the full service gas station -- in whatever form it takes, sounds like a good thing.

Are you following? Understand? 

We're on our way north for a small road trip to deliver just-picked juicy blackberries to friends. Our friends live on the shore facing west.  That's good service to Mars we think.

We did deliver blackberries to fun friends. The sound of the tide washing over the rocks was such a lullaby. In exchange for blackberries we were rewarded with visits from seals or a sea lion (he looked mighty big) and this story about How Raven Made the Tides. Thank you Teri and Martin.

xoxo
Moki and Pete

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