Life is too short to live without beauty, art, passion. We live in such an extraordinary universe — continuously expanding and revealing itself to us tiny humans. That people live their lives preoccupied with filth and pain and hatred astounds me.
And that’s what was on my mind on a sunny Sunday afternoon in Milwaukee. It was a nice quiet day here at the State Fair RV park. A few people arrived to spend a night or two, more people than that left after spending the weekend here. We’re less than 25% booked and Peggy is happy to have a site near the laundry for a change.
If there’s a single impact that full time RV’ing has had upon me – personally – it’s been refreshing my brain, my life, my heart about the grandness of this wonderful world. Each day I awaken eager for the day. Maybe not always wide awake, but eager for whatever the day has in store for us. If some people get bored with their retired lives that is a phenomenon that has not yet struck us. And by God’s grace we hope it never will. Life is too short and too precious to be bored with it.
I’m not sure we have seen anything during our 4 1/2 years of full time RV’ing that I hadn’t seen before — I’ve been around this country a lot — but we aren’t bored because every day has it’s new delights. And, fortunately, after being ‘stuck’ in an RV for 4 1/2 years with Peggy — neither of us has commited murder nor even been tempted. We’re still enjoying the strange togetherness of wandering around the country in an RV.
I’ve had Ansel Adams on my mind a lot lately, and this quotation has really be speaking to me.
The only things in my life
that compatibly exist with this grand universe
are the creative works of the human spirit.
— Ansel Adams
I don’t blog about everything that’s going on in our lives. For the first several years we were learning so mucha about our new lifestyle that my blog entries were almost exclusively about RV’ing and the RV lifestyle. But that hasn’t meant that we haven’t been thinking about other things as well.
We still look around for long-term volunteer potentials. It’s one of the things we wanted to do in retirement and even though we are headed in a few days to a 5 month gig when I speak of long-term I’m thinking of longer periods than that. We haven’t found a solution for our quest but we’re still looking.
I continue looking for other ways to be creative; over and above those that have been part of my toolbox of talents for much of my life. I’m looking for different ways to express myself. Which is to say to express myself with some degree of what I would consider skill. For example, I’m not very talented when it comes to eye-hand coordination so you’ll never see me doing Pen & Ink drawings. And when it comes to things like wood working I’m the guy who cuts the board three times to find that it’s still too SHORT!
The changes I made to my computer system recently have made it easier for me to work on images and I’ve been having fun playing with a few in ways that haven’t been easy for a long while. Reconfiguring my little back-of-the-coach office has seen me using my graphics tablet a little more and some storage changes have made the editing process a lot easier.
I don’t know whether the ideas that have been taking root in my brain about future projects are really projects I’ll undertake, nor do I know right now if they are workable from the coach — It’s possible we may be starting to think about a final end point to our full time RV travels. And of course what happens with the doctor later this week could have an impact as well, but that’s not the reason for our consideration.
I’ve been reflecting a lot on my mom. Goodness she’s been gone over 20 years now and I wish she was brighter in my memory than she is, but I remember her as wanting me to be involved with more concrete pursuits than those that suited me. My interests in religion (which she shared with me, but differently) and in art meant that when her friends were bragging about the advancements their kids achieved in business she was notably quiet. That was a hard time for her and there was no way of easing that time for her without ceasing to be who I was. Over time she came to terms with who I was but that took a long time. I literally can’t remember a time when art wasn’t more important to me than anything other than my faith. (we’re not including spouses here, friends. 🙂 ) Dad was a different story. He and I shared a lot and no matter what I got into he seemed more than happy to work right alongside of me.
I’ve been restless for a few months. I can’t honestly say it was all about being in Florida. And I’m not sure where the restlessness will take us. We’ll let you know when we find out. Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll be here to chat tomorrow.