There are spells in my pockets as I leave my hovel out East and the seething summer of my Discontent. The humidity is like a sickness, an involuntary lethargy. I have bid my farewells. I dined with the Saturday Sangha. We ate crunchy salads and played the game of enlightenment, a board game where one makes points by climbing the chakra pole and wins by landing in the right space at the right time and making lucky guesses. I met one last time with my "coven" for white sangria and tasty gourmet snacks. All in attendance wished me well, a few of them had souls that wanted to go with me and minds that knew they had to stay, still others struggled with my decision, didn’t understand how a person could just go off, all willy-nilly to start over. But this is what I do, I crave it. They took up a collection for gas money to aid in my travels.