Life at Rancho Begley
Used to be, the thought of sitting outside for a half-hour or hour to watch the sun go down seemed like a peculiar waste of time. Sure, it’s nice. Appreciate it, take a mental photo and go on to the next thing. These days, I’m noticing that it can greatly change appearance in a mere minute – or less. My mind, as always, wanders and considers things, but is no longer “somewhere else” entirely.
Another translation of Proverbs 16:9 is, “We plan the way we want to live, but only God makes us able to live it.” I actually only planned to live in a travel trailer that would be able to go from place to place as needed. The actual goal, in lofty terms, has been to widen my view of life, and determine my place in it. Most folks have this done by the time they’re halfway through their twenties. Me, I’m more of a late bloomer. Still, I finally feel as though I’m on track. Right place, right time, right life. All of it just feels right, and necessary.
The Strolling Amok blog is ostensibly about “mobile living”, or at least one form of it from one guy’s perspective. It is that, but don’t assume that I’m evangelizing the way I’m living as some romanticized whitewash of a cure-all, a universal solution, or a lifestyle approach that’s built into our DNA. Life is a complex weave, not a single strand. What works for me will be more than unlikely to work as well for you, because you are you. Sure, it’d be great for you to try this kind of thing for awhile just to see what it’s like and broaden your experience, but will the cosmos coalesce into a meaningful core that resonates deep inside you? Nyah. It’s not the trailer, or the scenery. It’s the lack of distraction, stress, and toxic situations. That’s a universal need, but the path to get there is far from universal, isn’t it? So, this blog isn’t so much about the mobile lifestyle as it is about one schlep finally living in the right place at the right time – for him, and for now. It’s a journal of discovery. Some of what comes out of the process will be on this blog.
The tire tracks made in the photo above detract from its scenic beauty, but also serve as a reminder that I am on a path that isn’t entirely mine. It pauses here, but will not necessarily end here. Until it moves on past though, I am gratefully appreciating it, as you can see.