the days slide by so quickly lately. suddenly i realized with some surprise that the two year anniversary of my gypsying has come and gone and i didn't even notice. it's been over two years of new homes and no home. i've lived in tents and trailers and farms and towers and cars and ranches and beaches and mountains and woods and hills and countries all over the world. i've learned how to drive a stick shift on both sides of the road, how to gut a shark, how to ride a dirt bike, how to dive for abalone, where to find chanterelles, how to shoot a bow, how to kill a chicken, how to grow all sorts of things and so much so much more.
i find myself sinking into a deeper level of comfort
with the madness of this life on the road. i’ve learned more than i ever suspected i would. i’ve loved harder and laughed harder and
horrified myself and terrified myself and truly begun to love myself as never
before. maybe that is partly from getting
older but I suspect that if I hadn’t started wandering i wouldn’t feel so comfortable
in my own skin. because really with this
many detours and destinations it is the only home i have.
one thing i’ve learned in traveling, as in life; things
don’t go as planned. you may have to
change direction at the drop of a hat, leaving your plans by the wayside. don’t become too attached to your old
path. just know if you’re meant to get
there, you will and that life’s detours are almost always the delicious
surprises, or soul-strengthening trials you’ll remember most as shaping the
whole damn trip.
try to be excited about where you’re going, even
if you didn’t plan on going there. some
people may not realize it, but thrilling over the unknown is one of the sweet
emotions journeying offers up in it’s crystalized form. it’s not to be feared but embraced. so often in the routine life our expectations
play out pretty accurately until something big comes along and upsets the
balance. but in the traveling life almost every expectation finds itself
crushed, twisted, let down or exceeded. the traveler may continue along
bewildered, wondering why at every turn things don’t go to plan..... forget the plan. enjoy the forgetting.
i hope i see you somewhere wild sometime soon and until i do. i love you.
