Uh . . . Hi.   If you’ve followed this blog in the past, guess what:  I’m gonna give it another go.

Not retiring after all. Read More…

There’s a lot been said of the ultimate reality that there is no such thing as separateness, and in the end, we are all one.   I think Gene Roddenberry said it best, though, through one of his characters in the TV series, Deep Space Nine. Read More…

That’s what it feels like here.  We’re in Santa Rosa, New Mexico (population 2744), which is a hop, skip and jump east of Albuquerque.  This campground appears to be the back yard of a Mexican family.  There are a few RV sites, but the rest are rental house trailers.  We’re the only “travelers” here.

We’re only here for one day of R&R, and we’re so enjoying this!  Our site — as you can see above — is a “corner site” and we have lots of room for our dog fence and our chairs.  Our patio faces east /sunrise, and the morning sun warms us up quickly.  By the time the sun is high, our patio is in the shade of the motorhome.  There’s a wonderful breeze that occasionally kicks up into a howling wind.  I’m not accustomed to a treeless landscape, and I can’t figure out what the wind is howling through to make its music.  Maybe nothing.  Maybe it can sing all on its own, but it’s a new experience for me.

I lounge on the patio; there’s perfect silence except for a sporadic dog bark in the distance.  I watch small tufts of clouds wander through the perfect blue sky, and I really do feel like I’m in the middle of nowhere, and it’s a beautiful place to be.  Nothing needs doing; thoughts can wander aimlessly or be still; who knows what time it is, and what’s more, who cares?  This adventure into where I’ve never been before just gets better and better!

Tomorrow (Oct 5th): ALBUQUERQUE!

photo by foooooey

This newest adventure is really stirring my pot.  I’m getting all mixed up, like a gumbo.  Normal routine?  Gone.  Nada.  Zip.  Waking earlier, getting moving earlier; different foods than normal; forgetting to eat lunch; fitful sleeping (a different bed); the sense of being in a fog.  Yes, call me Gumbo, and we’ve only been on the road for two days!  Only 178 more to go.  I should be out of the fog by then. . . Read More…

photo by Leonid Mamchenkov

TODAY is the day I embark on a six-month journey (now until mid-March) with my oldest daughter Sara.  We’ll be traveling in her motorhome to explore the Great Southwest.  Neither of us has spent any quality time in that neck of the woods.   We’ve never been to a desert.  We’ve never been up in a hot air balloon and no, I have no fear of heights, just a little trepidation when I descend a ladder . Read More…

HOW BAD CAN IT GET?

• Jobless, and unable to feed and clothe your children? 
• Homeless?  Broke and evicted?
• Stuck in a bad relationship?

I didn’t pluck these examples out of thin air.  I lived them.  I was not a victim.  I created each of these situations for myself by the choices I made. Read More…