Funny thing... I can tell you how the journey carried on, at least up until the end of the summer, and from my perspective. Though she'll have to tell you herself some time.
Transient and I, we met up in Sudbury a day or so after you parted. I brought my tent, she her yellow hair and wisdom, and we had a beautiful time where we had a house made of moss and stone on a lakeshore... it was really large and lovely and there were a lot of old pines for ducking under and faerie lights in the sun and things, and some kids who were staying across the lake in a house which wasn't on a vacant lot, as our house was (thanks be for those vacant lots, and better yet, places which haven't been "allotted"), would swim and play with us. We met some other lovely people too, including a guy who was talking really loudly because he'd just come from an electronic music festival. He told me about mushrooms and shamans who eat very 'poisonous ones.
The tent and all her camping supplies going missing was unfortunate, caused me to rush out of New York (which I didn't need much other reason to do). Luckily I had mine for when the mosquitoes got bad at night :) And her pack made a return trip and was recovered.
We ended up in the Gulf islands later in the summer, and I can't think of anything mean or unkind we encountered besides the greyhound buses and perhaps a house fire to which we walked (I in my socks) down a dark highway near Vernon B.C., West Side Road-- And that was hypnotic and crazy. We saw the smoke from so far away and walked entranced till we saw the whole little house ablaze, red smoke up in the sky and flames that seem like rainbows in my memory, though I know it was all black and orange, red, and the small aboriginal family who'd lived there standing silhouetted among their friends...
But the tidal pools and seals and forests of the islands were certainly conducive to a light spirit! It's so amazing and strong and strange that you posted about that here and I saw it... but not really all that strange, as you say, common as all the goodness and magic in the world (and on the hawksley forums apparently)!
Thank for taking her in, I know she appreciated it so so much, she talked of you very warmly!!!! Now I can tell her I heard news of you... that's so cool.
Magic and music can cure the world, though new colourful bacteria will spring up
hopefully. It's whole and it's broken, and the cracks are magnificent kaleidoscopes, and it is so sad and breathing
and pages all turning
and things
bless you too becky
p.s. how did you like living in huntsville?