“if people don’t occasionally walk away from you shaking their heads, you’re doing something wrong”
John Gierach…author of some of my favorite fly-fishing stories and philosophies…
When I first shared my RV plan with family and friends I encountered a number of reactions…not surprising I suppose…some responded with shock, some with amazement, and many with support…
Some with humor – like when I asked for ideas for the blog title/domain names – nothing like family to give it to you straight – J, my brother-in-law, suggested “WhatTheHellAmIDoing.com” Thanks J ….
( go ahead –check it out—the domain names is available if you want it – I took a pass!!)
What’s all this got to do with the journey you ask – glad you asked…
Next stop was Dallas for essentially “practical reasons”…needed a home base to leave the rig while I flew to Boston for a surprise anniversary for my brother P and sister-in-law M’s 25th wedding anniversary. And, I wanted to be in Dallas with my daughter to celebrate my birthday. (April 17th for those who want to put me on their card list ☺ )
The Boston party was a big hit…got to see the old crowd for the first time in years…and, not unexpectedly had to explain my reasoning to virtually everyone about my RV Journey. Think I acquitted myself fairly well but having to articulate reasons to so many folks gave me plenty to think about over the weekend…
Back in Dallas, again, (and, I have mentioned this before ☺ ) I was reminded how very smart my smart those daughters of mine are…got a card from them that hit the mark and a foodie book for this nomad…outstanding …remember—smart ladies my daughters…part supportive, part insightful, part humorous…
We had an outstanding dinner at Neighborhood Services in Dallas (check it out if you’re ever in Dallas – my favorites place!). And we had more conversation about why I was on this journey as well as how it was going…again, think I was reasonably articulate as to the reasons, but I don’t know…
Lots of things to think about…
On the drive back to the RV outside of Dallas I kept thinking about all the reasons I needed to “get away…get out there…”
Then I remembered some deeply personal thoughts I had penned years ago as part of a “living will/note” to my , then, young daughters in an effort to help them understand their Dad…just in case I never got the chance to explain all that wanderlust…
“Try and understand that I always felt more spiritual when I was in the great outdoors-it is not an uncommon experience, but I have certainly had the uncommon privilege to spend lots of time “out there” through the years. Believe it or not, Manomet was my first inspiration-fishing, snorkeling, doing the paper route in the early mornings-all these occasions seemed to get me thinking what a great and wonderful God created all this-and also, what a great and wonderful God gave me the opportunity to experience it all. Later, our house in Connecticut and the fishing and shooting etc etc; later still, Hidden Springs Ranch; other trips to various places-Florida, Pennsylvania, New England, and even the occasionally exotic like Belize. But the real inspiration was always in the Rockies-first, Montana, then over the years, hunting and fishing and exploring New Mexico, Wyoming, Colorado, and Arizona. They were all places that I always seemed to come alive with a sense of really “living”.
They were all places I found truly inspirational. I cannot (so won’t really try) describe the incredible and extraordinary feelings of, for example, sitting atop a mountain in Wyoming overlooking a valley as the sun sets-unemployed, heading for divorce, etc. On one level very confused, but on a fundamentally more important level, knowing that the same God that created the magnificence before me also had a remarkable plan for me.
There are a number of those kinds of feelings in my life-the most amazing sunrise I have ever seen in Montana feeling so blessed and full of “abundance” because I was able to bring my family to such a place; lying in a sleeping bag along the banks of the South Platte River in Cheesman Canyon in Colorado and watching as a “paintbrush” of a ?meteor streaked across the sky thankful that I had pursued a “balance” between career and life which brought me to Dallas as my “gateway” to all of it as opposed to going to Boston in 1990; sitting on the edge of the vastness of some vermilion colored cliffs in Arizona at the end of a long day hunting for mule deer….”
You get the picture… Some very special moments in some very special places! ☺
Just a little something to ponder today…maybe you’ve had similar experiences…maybe it’s time for you to get out there too…
Yup, another one of those reflective posts… told you I might write something unexpected…
We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming…
Yup, a little humor to lighten the moment…after all it’s my birthday…and, “who’s you-er than you…” certainly Dr Seuss would have articulated things better than me but he wasn’t in Boston with me…
Happy Birthday To You!
“If we didn’t have birthdays,
you wouldn’t be you.
If you’d never been born,
well then what would you do?
If you’d never been born,
well then what would you be?
You might be a fish!
Or a toad in a tree!
You might be a doorknob!
Or three baked potatoes!
You might be a bag full of
hard green tomatoes.”
“Or worse than all that…Why,
you might be a WASN’T!
A Wasn’t has no fun at all.
No, he doesn’t.
A Wasn’t just isn’t.
He just isn’t present.
But you…You ARE YOU!
And, now isn’t that pleasant!”
“Today you are you!
That is truer than true!
There is no one alive…
…who is you-er than you!
Shout loud, “I am lucky
to be what I am!
Thank goodness I’m not
just a clam or a ham
Or a dusty old jar of
sour gooseberry jam!
I am what I am! That’s a
great thing to be!
If I say so myself,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!”
See you down the road…