{"id":7252,"date":"2021-08-12T06:09:07","date_gmt":"2021-08-12T13:09:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=7252"},"modified":"2021-08-12T06:09:09","modified_gmt":"2021-08-12T13:09:09","slug":"the-end-of-endings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/the-end-of-endings\/","title":{"rendered":"The End of Endings"},"content":{"rendered":"<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-7252\" data-postid=\"7252\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-7252 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n\n\n<p>I drove a long way to a place that helped save my life, a disheveled RV Park that rests within ear shot of the ocean and named after a dead Indian tribe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In 2016 I found it by sheer chance, while I had lit out for the unknown territory after my life blew up. I somehow found this place, met Earl and Carolyn, Wendy and Kevin, Gary and Linda, the Sea Star, Turkey&#8217;s, secret beaches, Gold Beach Books, the Rogue River, the residents of the RV park, and began to rebuild an identity and forge a new sense of purpose. Sometimes can&#8217;t even believed it happened. Had it not, well, I probably wouldn&#8217;t be around. I met new people who had an interest in my rehabilitation, while people I thought were my friends did not care. Funny how crisis brings that out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I rallied here. I wrote well. I amassed the greatest collection of beaverwood in the history of the world. I built 500 driftwood forts. I became the Shiner Kid on a construction site. I planted thousands of trees in a wrecked watershed. I took magic mushrooms for the first time and communed with chipmunks. I took my fiction in an entirely new direction. I took one of the great loves of my life on a trip along the Elk River. I found an interesting and unique voice for my Oregon writing. I also started a podcast and explored that creative format.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>All of that was ending when my stepmother died and duty called me to take care of my father. I answered that call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So I came here for one last check in, to say thanks, to meditate on my time here. I know a book of some kind is emerging from my experience on the Southern Oregon Coast, and it will somehow merge with my new experience in Portland with the homeless community. I was thinking about that on the drive down from Portland, when I was watching elk, and meandering in the fog of Pistol River. I have no idea when I will start that book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I also have no idea if I will ever return to the park. It seems that time is truly over.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I drove a long way to a place that helped save my life, a disheveled RV Park that rests within ear shot of the ocean and named after a dead Indian tribe. In 2016 I found it by sheer chance, while I had lit out for the unknown territory after my life blew up. I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7253,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7252","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7252","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7252"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7252\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7255,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7252\/revisions\/7255"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7253"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7252"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7252"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7252"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}