That's actually one of the shining benefits I get from this life... Somehow, all the Din a fella has to put up with in town stirs up the same sort of commotion 'tween my ears... kind of an echo I suppose. Considering the Space 'twixt those ears of mine, it makes sense I guess! :)
Out here, where life gets quiet and slow, that internal pandemonium settles down to a low murmur. Kinda nice. You start to notice that breathing comes more natural and somehow tastes different. Those "Things" that seemed so important... back where the TV screen was constantly Telling you they are is gone... the Radio isn't droning on making you feel impotent about all the things you're NOT doing... not any more...
... 'cause the only sounds in this camp are the tunes from my Ipod... the occasional distant soft rumble of a big wheeler on the highway a few miles away and the breeze rustling through the creosote brush...
We get up and head out in the crisp of the morning... the sun just coming over the horizon behind us... We can walk the trails the desert rats have carved out of this rocky ground... or climb up into those mountains that shelter the Desert Bighorns... which eluded us yesterday morning.
|*along our morning 5 miler*|
There's no hurry. There's no pressure to perform, no deadline... there's only the next step, the next breath...
How many miners, hikers, atv'ers and 4 by 4ers have those Saguaros seen come by in their couple of hundred years?
|*The Narrow, Rocky, Way*|
Sometimes the path gets narrow and rocky. You look at the mountain in front of you and it intimidates you. Your only thought is; "It's too high, there's no way. I can't get through there". But, if you stop looking too far ahead and look Closer, only looking for the next foothold, the next handhold, you Can find that next step, and then the next, and the next...
Eventually, when you look up again, that tough section is behind you.
|*Arizona Desert Serenity*|
... and all the meaningless little "Things" fall away. You start to develop a Teflon coating... the droning of the manipulating machine you escaped just runs off like the rain off a Duck. It's power fades away into a hazy past... and you Wake up knowing...
... THIS... is where I Belong.
|*RV Boondocking Neighbors soaking up the sun in the Arizona Desert*|
I wonder... Do any of those Neighbors of mine... think Like a goofy old Cowboy Biker Philosophizin' Story Teller? ;)
Maybe tonight I can succeed at getting my evening posting routine goin' ;)
Hunting Desert Bighorns in Arizona... (For PortraitsOnly!!!)