Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Road Warrior


That's a vest I made for a friend a couple of years ago. I really love to sew, but I haven't made enough time for it lately. Finding this pic in my archives reminds me that I need to do so... or need to do sew...

Anyway.

Well, howdy, Friends n' Neighbors. Greetings from...HUH?! Las Vegas?! Yes, yes, it's true. From the mountains to the mountains... to the, uh... mountains... to more mountains... to the desert - I've given myself over to my gypsy spirit, let Birddog run wild, and here I am.

I've traveled nearly 2000 miles, through four mountain ranges - from the Cascades to the Rockies, to the Sierras, to the Spring Mountains - all of them beautiful in their own ways. I've made my way through the rolling majesty of the Cascades; seen sunlight on the great snow capped teeth of the Rockies; moonlight on the glittering pearly whites of the Sierras; and the spirit-yanking, nearly eerie, crouching stone animals that are the Spring Mountains. I've decided that I am, no doubt, a mountain woman. No matter where my gypsy heart lands me, I'll definitely need a mountain upon which to rest my eyes.

It seems I've brought the North wind with me, as it's cold and windy here in the desert, but sunny too. The armpit of Las Vegas aside, the desert is beautiful. Any time I land in a desert, I feel haunted. I swear I hear whispers of ancient spirits - stirrings of souls that have traveled before me. It's easy to imagine the Indians, cowboys and pioneers of old making their way to wherever their own nomadic calling took them. I'm certain I was born in the wrong era, or maybe in a past life I never found what I was looking for. So, I continue the journey toward... wherever.

I think the impetus of these next few months will be to sell off most of my worldly possessions, so that when my lease is up again, I'm free to go. Free to wander. Free to explore the paths that I feel are part of my journey. Free to see all that I want to see of our tiny globe, in the relatively short time this life allows for. The Spirit of this immense Universe is calling me. All that's required of me is to bow low in acknowledgement, and say, "Yes, I hear you. Take me, I'm yours." I can hardly bear the wait, but there is much to be done in preparation.

"The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours - it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins."
~Bob Moawad

And, so....

3 comments:

  1. i have dibs on stamping stuff :)

    cant wait to see ya this weekend! have a BLAST!

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  2. I was reading your blog...and I wish you the best of a new life sister! I really enjoy reading your stuff...Well, HAPPY 'NEW' YEAR and hope to talk to you soon, sis! ILY...Live & Love
    Terri

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  3. Just as long as you save room in the passenger seat for ME when you fly by, I give full blessing to your journey ;~D

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