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Sue met me in the parking lot of the Boyce Thompson Arboretum, and before we could finish proper introductions we are caught in some kind of desert-spell. My travel guide points over my shoulder mid-sentence, and we pivot to witness a large Saguaro, it’s small root ball hanging vulnerably below, in the bucket of a … Continue reading Day 8: Live, from the Arboretum
When the little goobers presented themselves again today in Louisiana, I had no excuses left. Plus I was hungry. I had to laugh, because as I was scooping them out of the vat, a woman came up and asked me what the heck they were, and I got to tell her ALL ABOUT THEM. And … Continue reading Edamame of the South
I know most people who do a lot of back-roading are adverse to things that smack of “tourist” but I have a closet love of Trolley rides and double decker bus tours. Yes, they are cheesy. Cheese-Whiz cheesy. But they are also a perfect way to get a birds-eye view of a city when you … Continue reading A Holly-Jolly-Trolley Ride
Following my intuition is so much more fun than following a map. Mine is a magic cocktail blending awareness, body-inclination, and signs. I’m not sure why I felt compelled to come this far south. Or compelled to come to Savannah, Georgia in particular. It’s certainly not along the obvious route from Ontario to Arizona! And … Continue reading Savannah, Ooooo Na Na
Moving into a vehicle typically requires serious “trimming” of our belongings. Although it seems rather straight-forward, it is anything but, and the emotional struggle of the task is pretty much universal. But why is downsizing so hard? And why does it make us feel so.... vulnerable and uncomfortable? Here are 10 reasons it might hurt … Continue reading Downsizing for Vanlife: Naked & Afraid
If you’ve been following my Sedona “mini-series” you know I worked on “letting Sedona come to me” rather than curating the experience; letting go of expectations for that Sedona energy thing. I need to finish my story now. Because, although it took a bit of time, Sedona did arrive. For three days I stayed in … Continue reading This Vantastic Life: The Accidental Vortex
I’ve been an hour away from Sedona for three days, while recuperating from a throat infection. I chose not to come here while I rested, because I wanted my energy to be good when I arrived. I’ve been looking forward to this, like a first date, apparently! How can I show up to meet Sedona, … Continue reading This Vantastic Life: A Blind Date with Sedona
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
Today’s little journey is brought to you by the magic of “curiousity”. So, with Curiousity steering my ship, I managed to drift exactly 20 miles from last night’s port! Ha! If youre going to be curious, do not be in a hurry. Do be ready to ask questions, and follow your wandering wonderings. It was … Continue reading A Month in a Minivan: Day 24