Sometimes I feel most at home on the road. Windows down, surfing the warm air with my feet tucked up beside the window. Map on my lap. Taco-search commenced. Nothing to do except hope for a perfect camp-spot and a place to lunch with the sea-creatures.
I thought I would share some-photo-highlights from a month or so of beautiful travel times. How lucky to have so much free-time to chase the spring green up and down our gorgeous coast! How silly not-to have hiked the Sierras or dove into the grand-canyon, but, cest-la-vie. Can’t do everything all at once, even though it is tempting to try.
California and back with Faron. Glorious eating-exploring time in San-Fransisco with Nellyda. Prince-george with Kate. A super-fun Washington trail-race with the van-fam-clan (hurrah!). Saskatoon to see family. And finally, a spectacular solo trip to the Tassahara zen centre, where I sat still for the first time in a long time and realized that those thousands of kilometres were teaching me something useful after all. At the centre a monk named Mark spoke much about how one could consider the source of home to be the in-breath. Home understood as the essence of breathing in without control, of simply noticing being alive. It was good to hear other wander-lusting folks talk about how a grounded life doesn’t have to be located in stuff, or an address, but can be found within the basic inhale-exhale that allows us to feel the wonder of the road.