Another night in an abandoned home. Amber fixing a meal on the wood gas stove.
Glad to be out of the wind, out of the rain and in a quiet place. Sleeping in an underground parking lot of an unfinished building. You can find these buildings fairly easy in cities. They make good sleeping places. If you get in.
It is late, and we are still wandering the city. We are having a hard time finding a place to sleep. Next to dumpsters we find big carton boxes. Behind a wall, in a quiet corner, we create a simple carton shelter. It keeps the light drizzle from our sleeping bags and makes a cozy hole for the 3 of us.
Sleeping in the city like this, like a homeless would. Not judging whether it is a good or a bad thing, a should or should not. These thoughts are not relevant anymore. It works, it serves. Moving away from what I have been told about it in the past, from what my outside world says about it or on how I currently view a thing. Feeling comfortable and at ease sleeping like this. No fear, no worry, no polluting thoughts. The younger me would never thought my mind/emotions/conditioning would allow me to do this.
To see the beneficial parts, the richness. To cultivate a mind that is a bit more open, more free, a mind that sees simpler solutions for it is not framed, limited, by how things should be.
Walking out of the city with no place to sleep. Once approaching the beach someone offered us a shelter made of sticks, carton and garbage. Right when we needed it. We fixed it up, leaving it bit better than we found it.
Spot and I are roaming the city in search for a sleeping place. It took time to find a dry, quit and clean area where we could bunk down for the night. We walked a fair bit out of the city center and into the night. We found a fairly clean sewer. It's dry, out of sight, and I'm sure we'd be left alone. Sleeping underground in the city.
Beside The Road
I love to have more freedom to camp were it presents itself. It's nice to just make camp where I stopped for the day. Free camping is "illegal" in Belgium. But more and more I try not to hide my presence anymore. The act of hiding enforces the limiting-unserving-narrow believes-behaviours in most others. The very things we-I do not truly want. Camping next to the road gives clear view on my innocent intentions to whomever is walking by.
At times I love walking through the night but tonight the feeling of tiredness asked more attention than my drive to walk. I dropped myself in a field covered in tall grasses. It feels good to rest. It feels good to act freely as things present themselves. It is so simple, I'm tired, I sleep. Not to be bound to any ideas like "trying to get somewhere".