Living Large in a Mini Van
As soon as I knew I was moving to Cape Breton, I did the obvious and joined a week-long step-dancing program. OK, maybe it wasn’t the most obvious thing to do, but it felt like the most important. So much so, I didn’t even take time to consult my brain or hip, who both had … Continue reading Falling in Step
The writer, Anais Nin wrote, “I write to live life twice.” I imagine she meant she had the pleasure of experiencing all the good stuff twice - once in real-time and again through writing and remembering. This may be quite true, but I love this quote for my own quirky and slightly ironic reasons. Writing … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Final Installment
I woke up this morning feeling like I had an actual hangover. Is that a thing? A phantom hangover from merely fighting the idea of a drink? Given my mental fogginess, I gave myself permission to process less today. Today, I didn’t need to understand anything in particular. I declared it “sensory day” - just … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 26
I almost stayed in a hotel tonight. All day long I toyed with the idea, like a hungry cat first toys with a death-row mouse. There is a certain adrenaline that comes with the hunt; a rush that accompanies chasing something down and eventually eating it. The seed was planted early in the day, … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 25
Well, I floated out of Alamo Lake on a river of tears, but not before I blubbered all over my two walking-friends, and sniffled with the ladies at the Wayside. I’m sure they all think the Canadian is a little sideways. Well, I am a little sideways. My variety of sideways includes crying when I’m … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 23
Quartzsite will always be my first “desert love” because of the RTR and the WRTR, but I have to tell you all - if you draw a 100-mile circle around that quirky little town, there is a whole world to discover in this part of Arizona - all vastly different from Quartzsite, and uniquely beautiful. … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 21
”Courage is Fear that has said it’s Prayers” A lovely woman I recently met in a dog park wrote those words to me after reading one of this month’s posts. You know how some words fly by us, and some “stick”? I used to say that to my doctor - that I had “sticky thoughts” … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 16
Today I hung my wet clothes on a bush. It’s the first time I’ve ever done that. Not a big deal, I know, but it seems to represent a change that has happened since moving into my van. (Hm, that’s interesting, I just chose to say “moving into” instead of “travelling in”... something else has … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 15
If you’re looking for Love, you find signs of it pretty much everywhere. It probably doesn’t hurt if it happens to be February 14th either. Last night, pulling into the BLM area south of Havesu for the night, it was pretty dark, and I had the regular flutter of anxiety about my chosen parking spot. … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 14
Lucky 13 🙂 Balance Restored. I woke up rested and peaceful, back at a long term visitor area but not in the circle. Just the nearest one to Quartzsite, so I could easily get on the road this morning. This morning Pip and I woke, walked, gassed up the van, poured a “double-the-caffeine” cup of … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 13