May 23, 2018
ON THE ROAD
It’s been over 3 months that I’ve been on the road. 3 months of living out of my suitcase. 3 months of packing up my car every week or 2 to head to a new destination.
For years I had this fantasy of living on the road. I even looked at RVs a few years ago and discovered that damn! RVs are expensive.
Then in 2017, I set out on my own epic adventure, I dubbed the #moospiritquest. I went to 17 states. I drove over 7000 miles. I spent over 5 weeks traveling alone. Most days were spent driving to my next destination. Some days I stayed put, but no more than a day or two, and then it was back on the road.
During the first week of my trip, I came to the incredible state of New Mexico. I instantly fell in love with this place. Maybe it was the scent of piñon and juniper that permeates the air. Maybe it’s the natural beauty of the high desert. Maybe it’s the rusted earth color of the soil. The same soil that makes the Adobe homes. Homes that blend so perfectly with the landscape it looks as if they were born from the earth. Like the earth said, “this is how your homes should be built. This is how to live in harmony with me.” Last year, I only spent 3 days in this magical place. So this year, I knew we had to come back to the “Land of Enchantment”. We spent a month in NM exploring Santa Fe and Taos. Sandwiched in between, we came to the town of Dixon, NM. We loved this place so much we decided to come back again. And here we are. A place we would have never known about had we not been open to exploring.
The transitional nature of life continues for now. The Bardo isn’t over. It can be difficult to live without. Without family. Without friends. Without “stuff”. Without stability. Without permanence. But lack of permanence doesn’t mean lack of purpose. Or at least it doesn’t have to be. And one day my feet will be firmly planted, so I must enjoy all the transience now.
“The winds that sometimes take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love. Therefore we should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever.” - Bob Marley