Paragraphs of Daily Thoughts, some Mental Therapy and some reviews of our “well seasoned” Gear and Services we utilize. Published Weekly or so.

“You can’t escape Karma … It is what it is. It doesn’t judge, it’s neither good nor bad like most people think. It’s the result of all the actions, positive and negative–a constant balancing act of events–cause and effect–tit for tat–reaping and sowing–what goes around comes around … However you phrase it, it’s the same in the end.”
~ Alyson Noel ~

It is with a heavy Heart that I write this. My Mother in Munich suffered a severe massive stroke yesterday, now paralyzed, unconscious and on Life support. My Dear Mother. My Friend throughout these years always only a phone call away. Luckily for all of us as my Uncle and Aunt will join me from Belgium, it happened right outside her apartment. There is no Poetry in all of this while trying to stay afloat. Spirit is well situated and I will be in Munich for a couple weeks. Having no “living will” I am the one “they are waiting for” while my last Friend … This World is already feeling so empty, the lessons learned these past years are so difficult to put in motion. Confused, this is all I can write. What is below was already on this page and will leave it at that. How amazing that I had written such words before the dreaded phone call. How staggering that in this Desert today the dark clouds have moved in with lightning, thunder and much rain as a sign from above. Please wait for me.

I don’t hesitate spilling my Soul’s contents on these pages. They are mine, it is my channel of sounds and colors, feelings, they are who I am, they made me who I am today and it is truly a "good thing". They are the moments encountered lately with a bright sunshine and a full Moon keeping the spirits and all contents elevated as a deserved prize throughout these years of struggle, of learned lessons and emotional Journey. So aware they will never be over, yet, the peaks are enjoyed and past chapters applied to. Keeping thoughts mirrored into my Life without inscribing them in words is difficult for me even if not adventuring myself into the very personal aspect which will always remain as such out of respect for others involved on my path.

The winds have shifted. The temperatures have dropped on the outside, yet deep inside they have risen warming up my Heart and all surroundings. "Sharing" Life these days has become as a new stage, a canvas filled with hope erasing images of an old Soul and his Dog all alone with and at times against the elements. Another step up. It all feels new somehow and all at the same time so old as two Souls on a similar Journey encountering each other for over all these past years with familiar thoughts of a heightened present. Life is going on with a flow all familiar and unfamiliar blending in together creating as always hope and the fruit of a faith facing a wrapped gift willing to be so gently unwrapped.

I heard the saying the other day which made me smile "There is a lid for every jar". Could it really be true? So much has unwound which had so many doubts, even more was in total darkness, a tunnel I remember with not even a trace of daylight. There, were the beginnings of this Journey, this new lease on Life with not even a crumb of faith, the path was wide open and yet there were no directions only filled with adventures I gave ourselves subconsciously always trusting more blind than ever the steps taken, some forward and some backward. Nothing ever seems easy though as the plate fills up just when thinking it had cleared up. The Fabric of Life. The Journey, Spirit, my Friends, my Mother, I have many lids.

I reminisce often, the present can plant me here or take me back. It is an odd sensation to sometimes feel what was felt before perfectly knowing so much has changed. It is pushing North now that has renewed my energy becoming a bit stale here on this stage having so much prolonged our welcome I feel. As much as… 

Spring has arrived in Big Bend. Flowers are blossoming everywhere more than ever due to the heavy rainfalls of times past. The brown dusty carpet has changed to spotted yellows where even my steps are careful as to not disturb the delicate patterns changing by the day. More colors are protruding, a canvas slowly being painted so delicately. It is an amazing uplifting sight. The packing of our gear has started, a bit more mental and on paper than physical trying as always to keep it simple for the miles to come. The temperatures have risen these past days as this time around we are trying to get used to the heat as such will open up more spaces we can reside within. I almost feel it as being a bad habit to move on when the forecast calls for over ninety degrees.

Stay well, keep up the Hope.
                                          Ara and Spirit