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Monday, August 9, 2010

Transitory Allegory

Life is upon me, and I'm at the brink of a huge change in my life. I'm packing things up, selling furniture and crap, solidifying plans and getting ready for a great big adventure of the near future.

Burning Man is in 3 weeks, and I leave for Maui in 5 weeks. While I've been to Burning Man before, this will certainly be a great trip. I'm not staying with the Ridazz this year (though I'll definitely be visiting for alleycat races, boozin & shmoozin), instead setting up shop in the first-come first-serve area. I feel like it will be a nice retreat, if necessary, from the onslaught of constant noise that may stem from theme camp areas. Mike has been helping me sew a cap for my dome, and my good chum Elliott will be taking his virgin plunge into the dreamscape of Black Rock City. He's excited, but I'm excited for him! haha. We've got solar refrigeration, excellent shade, hammocks, all the necessary provisions, and open minds.

Bits of truth start filling in like an hour glass. At first its empty, but over time, particles of reality begin to fill my mind. Take your eyes away for a few moments, and the glass is half full. My dad just got home after 9 months out of town and me house sitting, so I've had to acclimatize myself to living with someone else, more importantly, the homeowner and my pops. I gave away my wonderfully comfortable bed to my brother to take to school, so now I'm bedless... soon to be a nomad, so to speak. I just realized I won't be spending Thanksgiving, Christmas or New Years with my family, and I say that as a point of fact, rather than nervous anticipation. Just bits of reality falling into place.

Its as if I've walked this path before. I feel impassioned with purpose and a deep calling to be closer to the Earth. Things seem familiar, yet each day is new and exciting. This could also be my highly romanticized projection of living off the land based on literature, movies, and my own imagination, and I know it will be hard and strenuous work, but there's really no going back. I will never work in a cubicle again. We only have one life to live, and once you've traveled 20 years down a path, there's really no chance for starting over.

I really love the myriad of jobs I'm able to participate in here and there, and I've never been happier "un"employed. I recently went up to Yosemite to brand a Green Home Supply store, and had an excellent river hiking adventure in combo. I'll be going back up there often. I painted a mural, made window signage, business cards, banners, and website (soon to come), and in exchange made cash, and got this sick new 175watt solar panel. Here is a tidbit of the last portion of the wall painting I did.



Things are progressing very well, and before I know it, I'll be getting on a plane headed for the Pacific. I'm in a transitional phase of my life right now, but the more I think about it, isn't life a constant transition?

love love love flows through me.