Monday, March 2, 2015

STUFF | Change

The weather has been changing a lot lately here in Southern California.  These changing winds make me question a lot of things.  Change in temperature can inspire change of location for me.  Differences in the color of the sky, the grass, the weeds, can make me crave those colors, those temperatures, those precipitation levels ... not kidding.

Whenever I think about moving, I also ponder the idea of things, items, stuff.  Usually, when people move, they also go through their things - eliminating, organizing, renewing, or moving on.

This weather inspires me to go through my stuff, get rid of things, & be ready & open to any changes that could come my way.  Whether it's a move or a renewal in where we are.  To be happy with where I am, & what I have is something that I will be working on for a while.  To settle down, & be okay with my situation, my circumstance, my life, is something that needs to happen.  No matter how much change & the open road call me, I crave the stability of being happy exactly where I am right now.

I have a vagabond heart that wants to live in a van, travel to all the National Parks, see all of the trees, mushrooms, birds, deer, & open roads.  I have a loving heart that simply wants stability, love, happiness, friends, family, & a comfy couch.  I crave close proximities, & snug quarters.  I admire the eternal, open skies, the roads that go on forever, & the flight of birds who see all.  I love freedom, & I love love.

On one hand:

“If you have it [love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.”
― J.M. Barrie

But on the other hand:

“Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.”
― Jack Kerouac

So, to combat all of this stuff, the possibility of change, & my wandering mind, I will focus on focusing.  I will try to concentrate these energies of mine into a stream of consciousness that makes sense, if only for myself.  I will write, I will walk, I will wander, but my wanderings will always, always be a road to somewhere.  Though there will never be an end to that road - this somewhere, my eden, it is a state of being, not an actual place - the journey is still important.  I will never stop changing, growing, exploring, wandering.  

I suppose stuff can always be gotten rid of, acquired, & discarded.  Things are temporary.  This road, this boardwalk, is eternal.  


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