Moving forward, making commitments, braving strong currents found in family life and work…it doesn’t come easy for me. I hold on to things and indulge sedentism way too long, and will suffer the consequences of my inaction with, uh, great stoicism. Not that I’m proud about it.
Every once in a while, though, I surprise even myself. I bought this hunk of a property on the banks of the Smith and threw time and money at it like there was no tomorrow; like there was no Mexico. I blew serious coin on converting the house to a bnb when I could have taken those savings and lived the good life, say, in sunny Baja or groovy Playa del Carmen. I probably would have enjoyed myself, too — sitting around a beach, sipping on a cerveza (nibblin’ on sponge cake, watching the sun bake…). You get it, ya?
But noooo. I bought the ranch so to speak and really — trust me on this — it hasn’t been bad AT ALL. I made my bargain, took my steps, and to my surprise, it all kinda worked out.
But there are others who take what I would call giant steps in stride. Not without thought, not with out process, but with far greater confidence than what I am able to muster.
Jeremy, Chris, and kids were a fine example of living a life by choice. From disparate places, these four were now a family and had come to California and the redwoods to celebrate that ongoing bond unique to families. I was a bystander but I was able to learn about giant steps from this crew just by watching. No drama, no histrionics, no wild flapping of wings or prancing about. Well, there was a little drama. 🙂
As part of a larger ceremony that brought this crew west, Jeremy penned something which is part read:
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen each other in all labor, to minister to each other in all sorrow, to share with each other in all gladness, to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories.
It’s true. For all the adventures of their stay, all the good food (check out the fruit tart we dined on!), and even the moments of rest (yes, Chris, I caught you nursing sore muscles after your hike to Fern Falls and Boy Scout Tree!) it was a softly-spoken stay these four had at the bnb. And memories? Many I’m sure had already been made. And many more – with my help and with the excellent vibrations from the forest – I hope and trust, are on the way.