Random Cost of Freedom

In the wake of Hurricane Harvey, we have come to know just how much freedom really does cost.  Fleeing the island because of a mandatory evacuation, I was glad to change scenery and break out of the rut we’d been in for over four years.  Now, even though we are still obligated to work and try and save enough to move on down the road, we are finally back in my beloved VW Bus, Peniki.

Work-camping among suburbanites and city-island dwellers has proven to be just what I had expected: constant scrutiny, all eyes upon us, and a bit unnerving at times.  Still, I am happy to be back in our camper van: free to live and see the sun rise and set, see the stars at night…in the quiet moonlight.  Once again, I am happy…no matter what judgement is lain upon us by ignorant ‘inside the box’ thinkers.

In my ‘opinion’, I am much richer than any of these sticks and bricks folks will ever be.  Because I welcome myself back from a long…long nap, I am letting go of all the things that have bound me and my family these past few years.  Mermaid Mansion is no longer on the market, mostly because she is worth MUCH more to us than anyone cares to offer.  Therefore, when we do hit the road in our Peniki bus, MM will be securely stored on family property; where she will be safe til we return to her again.  And although our future plans are tentative at best, we feel Blessed to have such freedom to choose a path less traveled.

*Here’s to freedom…no matter the cost!  And letting go of all that threatens to bound you to the ordinary and mundane*

Hurricane Harvey Evacuation

Living Big in a VW Campervan Bus

— Living Big…and Traveling Small —

Key West Road Trip in a VW Westfalia:  In our second stretch of the journey to Florida, we stopped at beautiful Kisatchie National Forest in central Lousiana.  We hope our adventures inspire you and your family to live on the simple side of life.

Love & .V.. (Peace) to You and Yours!

GVR

Learning to Let Go

To cut to the chase, this has been quite a week…indeed!  Nico had four days off from work, and we had big plans for our mini-vaca…then I had to go and get sick!  Ugh!!!  *cave woman is back*  Even still, I kept up so-as-not to ruin the fun; riding bikes to pirate play park…only to get caught in the rain (that REALLY didn’t help); the next day riding down to the bayou (in 35 to 40 mile an hour winds), then wondering why I felt worse?  I guess you could say, I was in denial that I had fell victim to the crud!  No matter how you define it, it’s never good.

So, here I am…nearing the weekend, still balling up tissues like they’re going out of style.  My nose is raw, my throat is scratchy and hoarse, and my head aches.  Not to mention the ‘drama’ we’ve had this week: the dumb A neighbor shooting over the fence…very near our house, and the spectacle that followed; my oldest child getting mad at me…(again!), and trashing me on ‘fakebook’ all over again.  Only this time, I fought back and let her little butt have it!  She deleted me from her list, so I doubt she saw my final attempt to correct the grown-up child I should corrected years ago.  I can only hope and pray that she will overcome whatever it is that is troubling her so much.  I might think it’s me if it weren’t for her flipping out on her brother just a few days before.  I fear the worst, but still keep my faith.  I guess I still can’t let go.

Speaking of letting go…  In light of the ‘events’ of this past few days, I have come to that place (You know the one where I realize I am not where I want to be–not doing what I feel I am meant to do), once again, and am now in full-blown Wanderlust mode!  I knew I couldn’t fight it for long.  :  (  It’s just who I am.  I am a nomadic spirit, never meant to sit still for long.  I do everything I can to pacify my time in one place, but it never fails; the ‘clever North wind always find me’. 

Today I’ve been thinking of Homochitto National Forest…in Mississippi.  The Grandfather Pines are whispering to me from afar, my Spirit feels more alive at the thought of loading Peniki and taking to the road; never to look back….never to return…to keep seeking-out new adventures of life.  Just picturing when we were there, makes me feel…home sick.  It’s something I cannot explain.  I just know, this place…where we are now, is not our final stop; unless, of course, He has other plans.  

In the meantime, we’ve decided to start ‘letting go’…again.  It’s time to start lighting our load once more, and readying for the road.  And while it might take ’til next year for us to get underway.  I know at this point in my life, I am more than ready to let go!  

Blessings & .V.

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