Last week I was touched by nature in a special way! Read More…

The entire east coast has been through a scorching heat wave.  I know, I’ve been smack in the middle of it.  Heck, I come up here from Louisiana every summer to get away from the heat.  What’s going on? Read More…

Some say Home Is Where the Heart Is.  Those of us who’ve bailed out of home ownership for living in an RV say Home Is Where You Park It!  That means, of course, that wherever I am in this big land of ours, I’m home.  This SO agrees with me Read More…

Fallen leaves have been building, so yesterday I was out with my leaf-blower.  I’m smart enough to want to work with the breeze that invariably shows up, but sometimes I have no choice but to blow against the breeze.

I had my pile of leaves all neat, but needed to move said pile to the other side of the road  — you know, where the breeze is coming from!  I set my blower on low power and slowly nudged my leaf pile in the intended direction.  Even though the breeze was against me, the gentle leaf blowing was successful.  As I worked, I felt I was observing a slice of Life.

Gentle blowing nudges rather than scatters. Blowing hard would send too many leaves straight up into the path of the breeze and my efforts would be wasted.  Blowing gently kept the leaves close to the ground and close to one another.  The breeze was ineffective.

Mind you, I’m not just leaf-blowing my little back yard.  This is a whole freakin’ campground!  Lots of time for thinking here; so I thought

Hmmm.  I’m the leaf pile.  The leaves that are being gently marshalled to me (leaf pile) are all my scattered and disconnected thoughts, feelings, questions, and dreams.  The leaf blower is my Higher Self, or perhaps spirit guides, or the Universe.  Working gently.  Corraling the wayward parts of me back home.  There’s forever and ever for getting the job done, and the leaves respond so willingly to gentleness.

So it is with Life.  Speak softly.  Ask, don’t demand.  Encourage and inspire.  I think low power and gentle blowing is the preferred method for moving anyone and anything with which we’ve been entrusted, including our selves.

For some, retirement means ‘stop working and enjoy the fruits of your labor’ but for me it took on a different meaning: it meant ‘stop working at your corporate job; sell your home, get a travel trailer and live in it and hit the road with it but keep on working till you die, because you have no retirement income except Social Security!’

Well, I got off the corporate treadmill, with gusto sold my home Read More…