Summer sky fills the view from Computer Station #9 here in the Langley Library. JOTS is curled into the old beach towel in her porch bed-box on the vardo, Pete is off to Everett and I enjoy another hour at the boards. Staying in the moment to experience time now, the needs that will come when summer turns to winter can be put on 'pause' and fear is calmed if not replaced with prayers of gratitude. "Thank God!" for the now I imagined was possible. Faith needs a respite from the planning, so that is what happened this morning. As I woke from sleep, still tagged with the remnants of the dreams I thought of a new writing project that could be very fun to cobble together. Those unedited inspirations are always fun to entertain and like those prayers of gratitude the unedited first thoughts that are free from fear are such precious things. The writing project has something to do with creating a kind of guide that Nomads such as Pete, JOTS and I would pass along to those who might take up this sort of road -- less traveled, yet as the world spins, might become part of the collective imaginings.
A year ago Julie Genser creator of the blog and internet community PLANET THRIVE did a interview with us. The link is here. That link and onversation we had with Julie continues to be a truthful foundation. The interview also includes a very useful addition link to another of our blogs that is a place where others thinking of building a mobile safe haven might find practice questions to ask and answer BEFORE striking out on the venture. The interview is where we began, and now there are things to add. When I heard my brother describe my life to an old friend as "she's nomadic" a chill washed through me. It's still difficult to describe ... the feeling. That writing project comes from my brother's description both because of how he said it, and more importantly because of who he is. We have long history and the past has etched itself into our lives with common and uncommon threads.
What now my lovely life? How can we share the journey in yet another fashion that could aid another Nomad? We shall see said the blind-one. We shall see.