What the word means:  resolutely fearless; dauntless; brave, courageous, bold.

What Intrepid Daydreamer is, in me:  insanely, blindly, absolutely, unwaveringly determined to NOT surrender my love for fantasy.  Refusal to give up my belief in magic.  Certain knowledge that all forms of life speak to us and have very, very valuable messages.  Inexorably convinced that my life is a fairy tale and I create the story; choose the characters; weave the substories with all the colors of every emotion; design the outcomes of events; and learn as I go, all the wisdom that I already know. Read More…

A lovely morning it is, with me outdoors, coffee in hand.  Not a cloud in the sky.  San Diego Bay is blue blue blue.  Yep, this is a good day to be alive.

Today is . . . um. . . today is . . . (sigh) . . . let’s see, yesterday was . . .  what the heck, I don’t know what day it is!  And no, this is not senility, I think it’s I-don’t-care-ity.  That’s it.  If I can’t remember what today is, then I guess it doesn’t matter.  I can roll with that. Read More…

Here it is, October 21st, and I haven’t posted since October 15th.  Hmmm.  That’s six days, six whole days!  A record for this newbie who started out determined to post daily because — well, because that’s what’s recommended! Read More…

Has it EVER happened to you?  I mean (even perhaps as a child), asking for something you want, but receiving something oh, so much better?

In 1991 I knew I wanted to be a fulltime RVer when I retired, which would not be for another 10 or 15 years.  I knew I didn’t want to be a stay-at-home-in-one-place empty nester, sitting on my porch waiting for grandchildren.  I knew that if I did that, I’d have ants in my pants forever.

I love my children more than life itself, but I’ve never had an urge to “keep them home” once they hit their stride as adults.  So I assumed I’d be traveling alone, and that was just fine with me.

But Life is so full of happy surprises!  When it was time to sell everything and begin my nomad life, I still had a daughter at home, and her choice was to travel with me for a while.  We had a glorious two years traveling and working together — an experience I’ll always treasure — before she hit her stride.  I’d never even thought to ask for that.  But the Universe is so generous.

I’ve always wanted to travel through the Southwest, but because of the drastic differences in landscape and climate, I didn’t want to find a seasonal job there (they normally last for about six months).  I also felt intimidated by mountains, because my little 6-cylinder truck would probably not be able to haul my trailer up and down those mountains safely.

Lo and behold!  My other daughter tells me she’s buying a motorhome and invites me to travel with her, for six months, throughout the Southwest!  What?!? Universe, you rascal, you!  I never asked for this, but WOW, how you can lift my heart to the heavens with your surprise gifts!

These gifts not asked for are possibly the most treasured, and the greatest evidence that the Universe is so in love with us that it sometimes can’t help itself, and showers us with loving gifts that we didn’t think to ask for.

Love is mind-boggling, you know.

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.

photo credit: prakhar

I don’t like labels.  Seems to me, labels don’t adequately “define”, they just limit, stereotype and mislead.

The day I left the convent I went straight to the house of a cousin who lived nearby.  This was the cousin I was very close to in my growing-up years, and he said something that made him stand VERY tall in my eyes.  He said: I cannot accept the God that the church talks about.  Their definition just doesn’t fit.  God is SO much bigger, so much more, than what the church describes.  You can’t put God in a box like that. Read More…