Have you ever gotten to a sweet spot in your life and wonder how you got there, when only a week ago it felt like you were swimming in an ocean of chaos? Before, every movement sapped you of strength, every thought sent you on a downward spiral, all your dreams felt askew with nightmarish imposters, and, at least for me, irritability and anger had become a large snowball rolling downhill, growing, and increasing in momentum? Today was what I would say is my first “Saturday” since I’m not sure when, and I’d rather say Emily’s and my first Saturday maybe ever together. This could be evaluated on many different levels: for one and like the average American’s view, a day you may or may not have to “work”. Another view, and a slightly better one, is a day of the week you definitely don’t have to work. Yet another view is “just another day”, and this could mean you work so much that it doesn’t seem any different than the other days of the week. It could also mean you don’t live a typical life and now you forget what day it is simply because it no longer matters.
Though on several occasions since leaving Denver I have wondered what day it is, this isn’t necessarily how it felt today. Emily and I both knew it was a Saturday, but at one point we made a seemingly minor decision that greatly altered our course of events, and more importantly reminded me what a Saturday should be. This decision was simply not to travel to town to collect a parcel and get groceries. While discussing the plan, we somehow realized the weight of the trip. That it would make sense to stop at Home Depot or Lowe’s, get more water, maybe fill a propane tank, and on and on the tasks began stacking up. These things were of little concern to us when we lived next to Belmar, and we could easily make multiple short and easy trips with little pain. Now these kind of trips require a bit more planning (and list-making) as well as an attempt to improve efficiency by accomplishing more than one task at a time. But, this lead me to the realization that Emily and I never experienced a real Saturday before (well at least I haven’t!). In Denver, it was so easy to run around doing this and doing that that we (ok, maybe just me) really lost touch with simply relaxing. This kinda thing isn’t so difficult for my better half!
We could have also given in to working on “the house”. Right, we don’t have a yard to mow or landscaping to worry about. We do however have a twelve-year-old house on wheels that goes through a seismic event every time it moves from one spot to the next, so it requires regular upkeep. And we are working on a few things to personalize it, so there are some serious tendencies to work on the house like most Americans. But we also somehow resisted the urge to act on them at least until we enjoyed the day with serious relaxation time. For me at least, the temptation didn’t really come up. I just took care of some things that are regulars in a “day in the life” of a boondocker, and the rest was all frosting.
The day started off with 15 minutes of “energization exercises” followed by my standard but increasingly longer version of meditation (now 45 minutes). I found a nice secluded spot about a ¼ mile walk from our camp spot that is nicely nestled between three small hills, and which provides a peaceful spot for this work. The walk there and back adds a nice bit of time to enjoy the sights, sounds, and smells of nature. Today I saw a coyote from the top of the hill where I sat to meditate. The sounds of birds and the warm sun coming up on the horizon greatly added to my peace (and Kitty’s too!).
As I arrived back to camp, Emily was finishing up with her meditation. I had some breakfast while she finished up some things outside. After this I caught up with mom on the phone and did a Facetime call with her to show her where and how we are living. It was after this that Emily and I made the decision to not run into town until Monday. We had made two or three trips to town this week already, and the idea of simply staying put was intoxicating. Once hit with the realization of not driving somewhere, we immediately engaged relaxation mode!
We set up a sweet “studio” behind the trailer in the shade and Emily engaged us in a yoga session. Then we had some snacks, Emily played keyboard outside under the trailer canopy while I sunbathed on our reclining camp chair. She later joined me for some sun of her own on our large camping mat. We caught up with Emily’s family by Facetime, as it was our nephew Jack’s 1 year birthday today, and gave her dad a brief tour of the technical aspects of our new digs. We did a few of our minor chores, as well as some minor personalization of the trailer, then did some more meditation before we lost the sun to the stars, wispy clouds, and fuzzy moon. We watched a couple of episodes of Parks and Rec, a new Netflix show for me called A Chef’s Table (which is great), had some dinner, and finished off the day with our first camp fire.
My next post will address the aforementioned “downward spiral” of our first two weeks (now three for me) of “boondocking”/AKA “dry-camping” challenges, which honestly by any stretch we have been nothing less than champs in how and what we’ve accomplished having no prior experience in this realm. But, with that said, when you’re in the forest, where the hell are the trees!?
Hope ya’ll are having “Saturdays” yourselves. Shout at you again soon…
I realized a minor misstep this morning as my foggy brain had cleared from the prior night in which I wrote this post. You see, unlike Emily, my head is much clearer in the morning. Late at night, my brain turns into mush, and maybe it’s better to wait and read what I wrote when I awake, but what the hell, right?!
In the case of this post, I wished to make a clear point of something most important. What I realized about this new, and for me, fledgling skill of relaxation is how much more connected Emily and I feel when we’re not overburdened with the oppressing weight of “normal life and responsibilities”. I expect that as we get better at the “rigors” of our new way of life and our these responsibilities become routine, a new level of peace and harmony will find us, and so too our relationship will continue to improve along with our spiritual and creative selves. We will for certain change continually, but we can share and grow together in a way we only imagined possible. We had experienced this feeling most notably one other time while in Hawaii during our honeymoon. At that time we had already set the plan to do this with our lives, and we also knew what we felt then for that brief week was that once we took the leap, this feeling would become the norm. Hello norm!!!