Always rediscovering myself… Texas
Sunday, March 25th, 2012“My Personal Daily Therapy, published Weekly or so…”
“When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and brings you joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.”
~ Jean Shinoda Bolden ~
A true Classic by “Sawyer Brown”, “The Walk”. Thank You Justin…
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Truly a sense of depression comes upon me when days on end the skies remain their plain blue. Sunrises, Sunsets, the camera does not come out of it’s bag. Daytime? All is so bright… All the Photos in this entry are from my Smugmug Gallery. Maybe a gentle reminder…
The skies welcomed us back to "The Oasis" with many smiles. From ear to ear as always she wears. What a winter! It has been unseasonably warm, comfortable, spoiled, hoping the upcoming summer will be bearable as we will seek elevations for those months. Most likely Colorado this time around as the soaring price of fuel is curtailing our moving around. Back for a couple days I am feeling lazy. Nothing has moved here, nothing has changed, I think I have. I know I have. The certitude of the empty spaces being our path. Death Valley gave us the keys and more of such revelations.
What are we doing here? Another careless day but today a bit of "discipline"! Writing up a couple new recipes cooked on the road, corresponding with our Dear Friend and Webmaster Justin for some changes. One being to revert back charging .99 cents a download for such recipes. My naive thought that many would give back while taking has not materialized as hundreds of downloads have happened with no incoming contributions. I did say they were free… I am not quite taken back from it, yet, our travels cannot take place as such without changes.
April 11th will be our first "Presentation" in Albuquerque, New-Mexico. The start od “something new” for us. Late afternoon at the local "Sandia BMW Motorcycle Dealer" who also has another dealership in Santa-Fe. I am preparing a slide show and also a quick "one~pan recipe" demo. I am a bit excited about it feeling the desire to publicly share the Journey and able to in person shed some light on how we manage to do it all as we have been. All about camping, cooking, photography, the people met on the shoulders, the roads and the most beautiful spaces we have experienced. We will come back here afterwards as this presentation will be videotaped and will edit it into a resume as such to be send to other dealers, “motorcycle clubs”. Not necessarily only of BMW Motorcycles, but many other brands. Feel free to contact your own local Dealer or Club if you felt such a presentation would be beneficial to your area… and fun!
May 18~19~20th we will be at Overland Expo for 3 more presentations. Flagstaff, New-Mexico. These will be more on the path of "one~pan cooking" and traveling without refrigeration. Presentations as we did last year. The event is growing and it is the yearly get together with many Friends. The only chance to enjoy their company. 4×4’s, motorcycles, adventurers, overlanders, movies, good food. It has become an incredible event. If anyone is near by, it is not to be missed. The e mails amongst us are already flying back and forth as we will all be camping together as in the old times… in a circle. We are having our own "Village".
Sometimes I cannot write my thoughts. They are a blur with no distinction on a path that remains murky. I wait, and wait, as I know always time clears up the stream running from it’s mud clouding it. Death Valley was deep. Deeper than ever experienced in any space. That much I have known these past days while reliving the coming back here. It has stamped me with emotions well felt, and yet to this day I did not know exactly what was the meaning of it all. Suddenly all became very clear as spring water emerging from a crevasse, a fissure elaborate on a side of a peak as all were indeed peaks when amongst such vast spaces.
I love my solitude, I cherish my one on one time for days on end with Spirit, this very special relationship we have. I embrace this getting lost feeling and surviving off the land and the provisions we carry including the golden commodity of water, the main essential aspect of it all. I revere being as such and those days past when set up behind those hidden hills with the certitude that no one would ever stumble on our camp. I was sure. I was sure I wanted to be as such for ever, to be just that for my own and Spirit’s eternity.
And so I was not as pleased as before returning to this land that always receives us with such open arms including Sunsets as never seen before. I wanted to be back "there", not quite "here". A sand storm lasting two days kept us immobile as a strong arm willingly immobilizing us. Slowly my Friends call backs were answered and my emails were also. I was in touch again. I am in touch recurrently and casually and gently I realized that I had missed my Friends. I had fumbled on a notion of Life that I Love but also blunder my relationships. Being in touch. The balance, always that "balance". Thinking one way and being mistaken about it not being the one way street I thought I would deeply want to navigate on constantly. I am always so thankful toward my Friends as more real they cannot be as also they do know I only have one face.
I am now mentally getting ready to face the motions of taking "Old Faithful" apart. I can never help being a bit "tense"… "anxious"… I don’t quite know the right word for it. The sidecar will be separated and everything, meaning "everything" will come apart to reach the main rear engine seal to be changed as it has been sipping oil for a while and this will include a new clutch while "in there". It is only "nuts and bolts" as always my Friend Paul says with the utmost confidence he has. He is the best. "Old Faithful" will be in good hands again and on as new, well seasoned, the miles ahead will be awaiting.
"…it is not news that we live in a world where beauty is unexplainable and suddenly ruined and has its own routines. We are often far from home in a dark town, and our griefs are difficult to translate into a language understood by others."
~ Charlie Smith ~ "The Meaning of Birds"
In my effort to stay on the road “we” now have a T Shirt and Merchandise store. I think you will like it. “SpiritedOasis.”
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You all, always be well.
Ara and Spirit