I've Arrived

I am huddled next to the fire in the sanctuary oasis of Amy’s yurt. For my birthday wish, I’ve been granted the opportunity to catch up on my blog. I have so much to tell you (my small yet devoted tribe) about my experience out here on the road. If you’ve found yourself this far into the story of my life, then you probably already know that I’ve been in the process of a huge transformation ever since ‘The Spring’. This trip is a testament to the process of going forward in life, forgiveness, letting go, and being present.

When I returned from The Mountain Experience I wasn’t ready to leave the safety of Sandpoint, my home, my friends, and family. I thought I needed more strength to pull off a three-month road trip with the family. But somewhere in the miles between here and there, something in me melted away. Kyle (from the Garden Company) helped me understand that it isn’t STRENGTH that I need to hold onto. It is strength that I need to let go of. Beneath my need to ‘hold everything together’ is the part of me that just wants to live and breath and love and be the wind. Free Spirit Mama. I tend to get so caught up in trying to be the GLUE that my energy gets diverted away from just being who I am. Authentic me, take it or leave it! Somehow I was able to overcome my fears and step into the process. I think I was trying to wrap up all of the loose ends in my life before I left so that I could set out unencumbered by my ‘stuff’. And I don’t just mean my material stuff. I learned that sometimes I have to set myself aside in order to allow the experiences in life to unfold. There will always be ‘stuff’.


We’ve spent the past four nights here; venturing to the sea, dipping into earthy hot springs, running by twilight to early evening stars and thumbnail moon. I am finding my groove. As to be expected, the culinary experience has been a multi-sensory delight. Thai basil chicken curry, Steamed clams dripping in butter wine sauce, jerk salmon, apple chronic cake dripping in fresh whipped cream. You get the picture.

We’ve now started referring to ‘Home School’ as ‘Road School’. Della begs for Road School several times a day. I’m learning how to teach her as we go. We’ve been drawing letters in the sand, making the alphabet out of sticks, learning the colors of the rainbow in our tree drawings. We hiked in a mossy old growth forest that took us behind a waterfall. As we walked, we made up fairy tales that Della later retold as I faithfully wrote. It became a beautiful storybook complete with drawings.


Now we set off onto another chapter of our trip. We leave the safety of Amy’s sanctuary in search of more havens. They will appear. We’ve already begun to meet our road tribe. They are out here too, seekers of inspiration, truth, sunshine, and surf. I will keep you posted.