Peace is a River

 Paul has referred to me as, ‘she who goes walkabout’ a few times over the years. That’s a reference I’ll wrap around my persona and run with any day I can. Gone is good, gone is fun and gone is movement. My mind and body needs walkabouts, otherwise I do tend to go a bit stir crazy.

No one wants or needs to witness my personal brand of stir crazy, including me.

I had yet another fantastic time away which makes home life pale in comparison. The walls of my home feel bland and constricting compared to the expanse of life outdoors. I’m fairly certain at this point in my life, I could become a nomad. A rubbertramp who could live out of a truck and pull trailer with whatever I could stuff in. I could braid my hair, wrap a bandanna on my head and shower twice a week in a waterfall. Now, I’m not a radical… I wouldn’t try to live off the land. A life without Diet Coke and Oreo cookies would borderline unnecessary self deprivation. I may be off center, but I’m not insane.

Two Big Fish and a Rebecca

I’ve done a lot of writing during this last month of travels. It’s not all fun, fishing and f*ckin off. I can be having the best of times, but my mind keeps writing sentences no matter what I’m doing and those sentences usually demand I stop and write them down. Writing is the most faithful companion to my ever wandering moods.

Sometimes I do wish my mind would write in trashy romance novel themes. It wouldn’t be so bad if I was standing on a bank fishing with 15 men and my brain was ticking off the sentences of a seedy sex scene with robust breasts and throbbing, well, you know……Then I could smile down the bank and laugh secretly to myself with my racy writing thoughts. I’m lacking the, ‘if only they knew’ potential of that sort of writing mind.

It’s time for me to attempt some major catching up with the reality of the world. I hope all is well and the summer is treating everyone in the most brilliant of beautiful ways.

I should mention, I’m now spending time over at RigginZ Outdoors~