Stuck in Bermuda Triangle

For three years, we’v been stuck in a ‘Bermuda Triangle’ of sorts; spreading ourselves thin between three areas of our lives.  Leaving loose ends at our last stop had inhibited us from moving ahead in our current place.  In short, we were like a racket ball pinging wildly around the court…never knowing quite where we’d land.

But earlier this month…we finally let go of that third anchor that had been close — so close — to our hearts, but weighing us down to the point that our family was sinking.  We just let it go.  Just like that.  And looking back to that day, we both (Nico and I) know that it was the right thing…the BEST thing we could’ve done.

No longer are we stuck going in three different directions at once!  We are down to only two directions in-which we could go from here.  I for one feel much-more free.  And while it was purely heart-breaking to let go of that part of our lives, I know we will have another chance on down the road…when the time is right.

For now, we are still…still.  –Sitting on our little spot where we landed over three years ago.  — Still working on bringing our tiny home on wheels back up to par.  It’s a labor of love, for sure!  But I feel the wind whispering my name; calling me and my family to adventures yet to be had, discoveries yet to be made…somewhere down the road.

Our old Peniki is waning.  She’s seen better days.  But I feel — I know — in my heart that she has a few more journeys left in her rubber band engine.  Her rusty gas tank gets her quite choked up at times; which is no fun for her family…being stuck by the roadside.  Still, being a woman of strong intuition, I know she’s not done just yet!

So I stand strong and firm on my belief that our nostalgic camp mobile will live long enough to see her family down the road to a few more destinations.  When I think of such, my tummy flutters with excitement!  I feel like I’m my young daughter’s age…all over again!  I know, when I get that feeling…it’s the road we need to follow.  And I will follow…where ever the wind whispers.

*Trust your intuition.  Set your spirit free.*

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Finding Our True North

It seems like finding our ‘true north’ is near-impossible at times.  The harder we try to find our way…to chart another course,  the more we tend to get stuck in the mud of the monotonous…everyday life. I know there are many others out there in the world, like us, who long for la Sprezzatura; as the Italians refer to that certain ease of life and making difficult matters seem easy.

As I observe the norm of the majority, I see that…like us, most folks in America and abroad tend to box themselves into a way of life that is rather impossible at times to maintain. Like trying to escape quicksand, the more they make the more they spend. I ask myself: why? It really makes no sense at all, yet most of us just keep on keeping on, like robots programmed to do something over and over and over again. Where’s the fun? Where’s the adventure? Where’s the…life, in that? Still…I see no reason to work one’s life away (the only one we get) for stuff and material possessions one might never get the time to enjoy. It’s the sad truth–the American way! For us, me and my family, it’s the wrong way.

Yesterday, my husband got up…had a bite to eat–a taco I had just made–and he went sailing. It was a beautiful morning to be on the water, moving along under power of the invisible. To me, there is nothing more exuberating than when the wind is coaxing us along on its wings, when we are being carried on the water by the mysterious force that has never been seen with the naked eye. Sailing is beautiful in-and-of itself; so peaceful, so powerful, so intoxicating. To me…sailing is really living!

Looking back through history, sailboats were a means to another seashore, the mode of transportation, the only mode of transport. The captain would chart his course, hoist the sails, and let the wind take him to where he needed to land. It wasn’t a sport, it was a way of life. I feel that modern way of life has lost its luster to much extent. The passion is gone, that certain ease of life is missing, we’ve yet to find that certain Kefi, the Greeks know so well. Like sailors of long-past-days, we have-yet to find our True North.

It’s really not as hard as it seems; all we must do is sit…think…feel. You see…? If you sit and allow your mind to wander, relax and see the things you love to do–a past place visited, a place you’ve been, something you’ve done or experienced–you’ll know you’ve found that one thing, or your true self when it all lines up. First the thought comes to mind, then your heart starts to race…you feel a rush of excitement, the adrenaline starts to pump, and you feel more alive…even younger! THAT is the thing for you; your true North.

When you find it…never let it go. For if,or when, you do…you will cease to live in a sense. Your world will turn several shades of gray; it will lack color. But then, if you allow yourself, you’ll let your thoughts find your ‘happy place’, and you’ll chart your course…no matter the obstacles in your path. You will look back on your former life, the robotic…monotonous…for-naught lifestyle you’d been accustomed to, and you’ll feel a sense of relief that you did it; you stepped out of the norm and you found your Kefi. And…you’ll finally feel free!

*This life we’re in, it ain’t worth living. The life we love is worth fighting for* — The Big Seashore by Gypsy Vin Rose (http://www.gypsyvinrose.com)