Living In the Moment — Mother Earth’s Papaya Tree

Like so many folks nowadays, I find myself longing to spread my wings and fly out into a vast world of discovery and adventure.  In my own reality, I’ve been a nomadic spirit for as long as I can remember, so it’s nothing new to me.

Back when I was young, before school-age, I would pretend I was trekking through a jungle with the natives of some far-away land.  I loved to climb trees, swing upside down, swim, flip and dive…forwards and backwards, from any high-dive I encountered.  I look back on that little girl with the adventurous spirit, and I can see where she has been lost many times along the way of this journey that is my life.

Even now…as I sit writing this, I long to jump in my old VW ‘Adventure’ Van, and bump on down the road a-piece…to where ever we choose to set-up camp for the night…a week…a month.  The only thing keeping us rooted here–like the papaya tree in my garden–is our lack of financial freedom.  We’re working on it, but we’re not there…yet!  :  /

Like the tropical beauty of that papaya tree–which must’ve been a gift from Mother Earth, since I cannot take credit for its sowing–spreading its shallow roots…fruiting where it grows, I find myself blooming where ever I am planted.  Though, unlike the papaya tree, I am not content to be firmly rooted in this spot forever…or ’til the end of my days.

I look back on our wandering days with pure happiness and the fondest of memories.  That is the only time in my life that I can honestly say I was where I wanted to be.  I was happy.  I was everywhere the wind blew us, and the winding road led us.   I was freer than I’ve ever been since…or before.

Such freedom was our goal five years ago when we sold it all…moved out of our lovely rock house (that we were merely renting), put all of our keepsakes in storage, and headed on down the road…bound for nowhere in particular at the time.

Since then, we’ve moved around like a band of gipsies (hence the nickname ‘GypsyVin Rose, given to us by friends and folks we met in our travels (Vin Rose being our daughter’s middle name)), as I believe we are all gypsies at heart.  We first ventured out in our home state; to the Guadalupe River, camping in our old girl ‘Peniki’.  See VW Road Trip to New Braunfels.

We’ve traversed miles and miles…and miles in our classic hippie bus — living, loving, and laughing in our Peniki VW Campervan.  Through many states…adventuring down to Key West and back again; staying near-a-month in paradise.  Traipsing through Louisiana’s swampy bayous and national forests; smelling some of the freshest air I’ve ever smelled.  –Ever…!

Playing on the white sandy beaches of the Mississippi gulf shores, and surviving the remains of a water spout come-ashore while camping at Buccaneer Park.  Riding bikes on Dauphin Island in Alabama; witnessing history in the old forts that survived to tell a tale.  Passing through Florabama; ecstatic to know we were on the same soil where Jimmy Buffett had his One Love One Ocean concert…following the big oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.   We wanted to stop, but we were bound for the next camping spot.  I wish now…we had stayed awhile; had a bite to eat or something.

So many places…we ventured for most of that year.  It made selling our stuff, material possessions, so much-more worth it when we were out there on the road, giving in to Wanderlust.  Unlike the papaya tree –even though I am forever grateful to Mother Earth for such a Blessing– this is not my last stop…if I have anything to do with it.

I long to feel the wind in my locs, as we bump down the road, closer…closer, but further and further still.  So far from where this little suburban girl pretended to trek through a foreign jungle, yet so much closer to our next great adventure.  I’ll be sure to pack plenty of papaya before I go.

*Be true to yourself…and set your spirit free*

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Camper Van Kids — Simple Childhood Pleasures

VW Camper Kid Tree House

VW Camper Kid Tree House

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*