Camper Van Kids — Simple Childhood Pleasures

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To me…this is living! –Sitting ‘upstairs’ in an old VW Campervan; out there…somewhere on the open road. I would’ve given anything back when I was a kid, to have been able to travel with my parents in a van like our Peniki; the 71 Volkswagen Camp-mobile we’ve taken across the country and back…enjoying life as it was really meant to be lived.

This picture I took of our little girl not too long ago evokes childhood the way most of us would have loved it to be. My daughter knows-not the riches of her own childhood…yet. Though I know, someday, she will look back on our travels in Peniki with the fondest of memories. Such a beautiful thought; to know I was able to bring such simple pleasures her way.

I think back to my own childhood, and the simple joys we experienced each and every day; the hardships we often suffered through as well. We all know, once we reach adulthood, that there is no such thing as a perfect life. But…we can make it as close to perfection as possible by simply doing one little thing. That simple secret is so easy to see…most of us often miss it for many…many years.

Follow your heart. That’s it! –That’s all it takes. Whether or not it makes sense to anyone but you–follow what calls you. Go where ever the wind whispers you to follow. I look back with regret only at the chances I have not taken, and the simple joys I have not stopped to absorb. It’s sort of like passing by the most fragrant of roses, without stopping to smell nature’s sweetness.

I look at this picture of my daughter, so young and full of innocence, and I see happiness in the reading of a book atop her Camper Van perch. It brings joy to my heart to remember the day I snapped this moment in time. It makes me smile. Isn’t that what it’s truly all about—to live in the moment, and never miss the forest for the trees? For me, it is as simple as that.

May you find your simple pleasures every day, and always take time to stop…and smell the roses in your garden of life. Many Blessings your way that you will enjoy this beautiful new day, and find your Bliss…no matter how simple it may be.

.V.. (peace)

*Live In the Joys of Childhood*

Thoughts on Being a Gypsy

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It seems to me that there’s been a spike in popularity when it comes to folks wanting to mimic the Gipsy way of life. Well, let me just say; it looks pretty and all (the clothing styles, the caravans painted bright exotic colors) from the outside looking in, but in reality, it’s a very hard-fought way of life. I cannot claim to be a Gipsy by origin , though we’ve been referred to as-such many times (hence the name Gypsy Vin Rose).

I can however, resonate with the way of life: moving often, though not as often as one might like, for lack of money (no residual income or retirement to keep us going); doing anything…everything to make a living (which often includes salvaging items from curbsides to sell…or selling aluminum/metal, thus saving it from the landfills); playing music for measly tips and meager offerings of passersby…but performing or playing for the love of music; living in a trailer (though many frown-down their noses at such living arrangements); shying away from many situations where crowds or socializing is involved (most Gypsies like to keep to themselves); overcoming the pressures to conform to societal molds; persecution for not being, or living, like everyone else; homeschooling of children, to keep them from the influences of others; being seen as outcasts by many mainstreamers, though they all want to act like Gypsies.

I could go on and on, when it comes to how actually living like…or being a Gipsy is different from just saying you are a Gypsy. Most folks are just full of a lot of hot air, though very few want to make the sacrifices or give up their luxury autos or 2 story brick monstrosities, nor do they want to scrounge for a living or live small in a trailer. They do, however, have no problem with saying they are Gipsy and dressing the part for their own image-appeal.

One thing that comes to my mind when I do see so many trying to play the part is: if you’re going to talk about it…try being about it. It’s not an easy way of life when you don’t have thousands to spend on travel, and you feel the need to keep on the move to avoid persecution. That is the Gipsy way of life.

I just wanted to share. Agree or disagree. It is….what it is.

Blessings & .V..

A Visit With Santa On The Strand in Galveston

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Yesterday, we finally broke-away from the remodeling chaos, and took Baby down to the Strand District…here on Galveston Island.  It was her very first ‘Claus Encounter’, and it went really well.  But…I think Daddy might’ve embarrassed her just a little.  ;  )

It’s a rarity these days, for us to get out-and-about–I hate to admit–and just see the sites that our new hometown has to offer.  The cost of such an afternoon?  Nada!  Which is about all we have to spend after Christmas shopping.  Still, I have to say, our little tour of Downtown Galveston, and the Santa Claus photo shoot with Baby and Gypsy Vin Rose, was a huge success!

Next  year, Santa…we’ll see ya again!  Same time…same place!  And we promise, we’ll be good in 2014.

Blessings to All this Christmas…New Years…and Always!

.V..

The Difference Between Conchs and Whelks

A Conch by any other name…is probably a Whelk!  Click the pic to discover the difference in the two!

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Sunday Mornings at the Club…

It’s a beautiful Autumn morning here at the Sailing Club; I’ve been walking along the shore admiring all of nature’s bounty in the trees…filled with pinecones just waiting to fall; the shrubs brimming with berries of red…purple…blue. 

I’ve already polished off my first cup o’ joe…and I’m hankering for another.  Little Blanca, our bratty schnauzer, didn’t mind me sharing my cold tamale with her; we both like ’em that way. 

I hear another dog—not qute as content as my little dog laying quietly beside my chair—barking off in the distance…over across the cove.  I feel the breeze brushing my hair, the sun on my face.  I hear the wind rustling the leaves on the half-bare trees, the waves lapping ashore.  And all is right in my world. 

Nico and Baby sleep soundly inside our old camper van, though I know I don’t have much longer to be alone with my thoughts.  I think I hear a rustling inside…baby is now waking.  My morning is fast-turning into day.  I sigh a farewell to peaceful morning. 

Blessings to all this Sunday. 

.V..

 

Fort Worth Parade of Lights…On Water!

Fort Worth Parade of Lights…On Water!.