Three Months

I’ve been on the road for three months.  One quarter.  One semester of school (basically).  One summer.  Ninety days.

I hit the road in July, the day my ex-father-in-law passed away, no groceries stocked except the care package from mom.  My dogs are champs, blindly following me blindly climbing up the steps of our new home.  At the time, symbolically, the bus’s emptiness echoed my own spirit. 

It was beyond me to see the blank canvas, primed and ready to be splashed with a lifetime of healing in so short a timeframe.

I’ve been stranded and had to call for help.  I’ve been lost but persevered with courage to be found.  I’ve been waterlogged, yet wrung myself out.  I’ve seen natural beauty that causes every emotion to erupt beyond containment.  I’ve seen my own ugly and gave it a bath.  (Speaking of… had the best shower this morning in three months.  Water heaters are great when they work.) I have faced storms and found serenity, and re-learned that nature will talk with you, if you listen.

I’ve lived in a state for a day, travelled four states in a day, and moved three places in two states in two days.  I’ve been banned from RV parks, and I’ve been allowed to be the sole resident for weeks past the park’s closing date.  I’ve explored countless forests, lakes and ponds.  I showed up on a friend’s doorstep unannounced, I’ve avoided the public, and I’ve made new, life-long friends. 

I’ve seen pronghorn, cattle, and bighorn sheep grazing from the same field and wondered why we, the most intelligent species, cannot figure out how to eat from the same table.  How did we devolve into a class system for race and gender? 

I’m running a website, blog, youtube and Instagram, hoping to check some boxes on the pre-death checklist.

I am here by pure serendipity.  This is not a product of my hard work and financial something.  Interestingly, the extra house payments my ex made equaled my current house on wheels.  The Universal Whatever that’s running this show has some powerfully creative avenues. 

All of this has happened in such a miniscule moment in my story line, as if one page from a mystery book that reveals the true killer.  It’s only one page of the story, but it’s the most pivotal and revealing.

I hope, through lens and pens, to inspire others to find their own compass, challenge them to boldly chart their own extraordinary voyage, and encourage them to fearlessly full sail into the wonders of life.  There is a way to make the life of dreams reality.