Tonight it was two destinations. I was only successful at the first.
I never know when I’ll be offered a chance to help. Sometimes my drives are just drives. Sunroof open, windows down, loud music and pavement. I use the hypnotic state for several personal uses but tonight I got directions again.
Next exit. Through two lights. Turn right.
Drive. Drive more.
I felt the turn coming before the instructions. I followed my instincts to the house. I was 20 miles north of my home after the highway drive.
Turned at the Christmas lights. Found the rancher, a white truck outside. What am I doing here, I ask.
A teen girl lives here who has made contact with the dragon I’m looking for.
Ok…. Anything I need to do?
There’s not so I head back toward the highway. After all these turns, I have no idea what town I’m in.
Resuming my pleasure drive, I’m offered another opportunity.
Sure. I have time and it’s always an adventure.
Take the next exit. Head south. Turn right at the first light.
Oddly specific tonight. Most times I get directions as I approach the turn. But most nights I’m driving slower.
Turning at the light puts me on a backroad near fields. Pretty and very dark. I drive, waiting.
Right. Here.
I miss the turn. It’s a church. Not sure what’s to be done but there’s a man in the congregation who will benefit.
I see a place to turn around ahead. Pull in, get an anxious, icky feeling. Something’s wrong.
I check my surroundings. It’s not a physical safety threat. I feel into it and ask for words so I don’t misinterpret.
I’ve gotten someone’s attention and there’s interference now. Abandon this effort and leave.
I head back past the church to the highway home.
I wonder what’s needed that couldn’t be done. Silence.
That’s not the way it works. It’s a need-to-know basis. It doesn’t have to be me. There’s plenty of others filling in. We’re DoorDash spirit workers.
Time for me to head home. A little more wind. A little more music. A little push to post. Then bed.
But first, my new favorite drive song. Until next time.