Months, many months, and even more days, have passed since I last had a town or city to call my own. As it seems to be, moving around is only of value to me if it then brings movement into, and so, I have come to begin calling Patagonia, AZ my town of residence.
The winter I past here at temporary odds, and the spring I will greet with a dedication to remain for some time. Working with soil, sun, and seed, to bring life into existence. What a joy to be surrounded by little sprouts of abundance high in the Arizona desert.
May the springtime reach all of us soon, with renewed energy and focus for life and its living!
The fire burned as the wind whipped. I’m not sure what direction it was. At the time, direction seemed of little importance to me. Slowly, the flames merged into a beautiful glow. Clarity came with those waves of a delicate flicker. A passion grew into me silently. And as the wind passed through the tall pines, I began to let go.
A small village mela forms at a not so distant temple.
Open space. It is abundant here. There is room for all of my movements. No matter how big or small, little will stand in my way. I am enjoying this space. It is a pleasant spot after ten months on the road.
America is a different place for me now. I am very excited to be here. There must be a reason it was this country I came to first. I am ready to find it.
Certainly, many thoughts and much reflection will be with me during these first couple weeks back. Already, moments and events from the journey are beginning to return. Thankfully, I have the time to allow this to take place spontaneously.
Many stories I would like to share. Writing seems appropriate. A new enjoyment I have found in this too. And while the enjoyment could pass tomorrow into a new form or different release, for now it continues.
So, as my traveling continues (for physical location doesn’t dictate this), so will this venue of thoughts and rambles. Hopefully see you all somewhere soon, where we can share in some joyful laughter and discussion.
We meet. And when we meet I am not yet sure why. But I listen. Your voice is true.
You do little. Offering only what you know is yours to offer. This is bliss. It is seldom this simple. I could listen forever.
You ask nothing more than what I am capable of. Receiving that which you are more than worthy to receive. Humble is not the right word. Maybe it is grace.
It would appear chance… our meeting. But I am no longer so naive. We depart. And I understand it all.
Waterfall swimming hole near Luang Prabang, Laos
School supplies and sports equipment being donated to a school near Nong Khiaw, Laos