Leanin' Into the Curves

A traveling Christmas quickly became a stay at home Christmas this year because of a flu bug that seems to have bitten a family member. So a quiet at home Christmas it shall be!

It's 44 degrees outside, at 5:20 A.M., on this Christmas Eve morning in this tiny corner of my Arizona desert home. The humidity is a balmy 99% thanks to a welcome winter rain a few days ago, a rare thing in this "but it's a dry heat" corner of the planet. I sit at our kitchen table, refrigerator humming behind me, ceiling fan above me silently recirculating the heater's warm air. I bask in the peaceful stillness.

The last year and a half has been a time of "staying put" for us, not what we do best but it has served us well. A financial settling in of sorts. My restless Spirit squirms and fidgets through each day, like a 5 year-old in church on a warm sunny day when the minister's voice is drowned out by a "Come Out and PLAY" inner voice. 

This Spring we'll be hitting the RV road again! Yay! 

Whether we want to admit it or not, the time when our bodies and/or minds will not be willing, or able, to meet the demands of an RV adventurer lifestyle is coming and we've decided that a home base that offers a cooler summer climate would better suit us once escaping the heat is no longer an option. With that in mind, along with discovering new places and revisiting old favorites this summer, we'll be exploring where to land next.  

Initially we were going to sell our home this winter and become full-time RVer's once more until we found that next nesting place, but we've pulled back on the reins a bit and shall wait and revisit selling after our summer's exploration. Rushing seldom serves one's purpose well so we shall ease into this next phase of life and see not only what we find, but what comes to us as well. 

Just as our traveling Christmas morphed into a stay at home Christmas, today's intentions may evolve into a completely different kind of end game. Forces beyond our control turn a straight open highway into a maze of wicked switchbacks in a heartbeat, but we buckle up and navigate as best we can with the paths we've been given! 

Personally, I find myself nodding off on those straight open highways. The maze of switchbacks awakens that "lean into the curves" part of Me, where instincts take over and all you can do is open your arms, close your eyes and see where you land. Kind of like the Wizard of Oz's Dorothy. 

Destiny is a fickle thing. Just when you think it's done messin' with you, it turns you around, sticks out its tongue and spits in your face! BUT if you face forward, and keep moving that direction, it may still be spittin' and it may be messy, but it won't distort your vision!

Merry Christmas and keep moving forward in what will likely be a messy 2024. ;-)