What is it about July 23?

July 23, 2011...
...I caught the bouquet at my cousin's wedding.

July 23, 2012...
...We got married in Hawaii.

July 23, 2013...
...I woke up having a seizure in Cape Cod, the morning of our first-year anniversary. Brain surgery followed.

July 23, 2014...
Our two-year anniversary--and so much to be grateful for.

We decide to go on our favorite bike ride. Even though we are living a traveling life, we happen to be in our previous hometown of Santa Cruz on this day.

We ride up West Cliff Drive and on the bike path along Highway 1. Then through Wilder Ranch and over to a dirt path that follows the ocean. Farm land to our right. Infinity to our left.

Dave suddenly says, "Stop!"We scramble off our bikes. Hundreds of harbor seals lounge in the sun and play in the water.

We watch, entranced. Their silver bodies shimmer, as in celebration.

I'm suddenly so connected, so plugged in to life. As Shakespeare said, "One touch of nature makes the whole world kin."

 

Living Many Lives

"And now for something completely different."

That's what Dave says when we are plopped down into a new life. Since we are nomads, this happens often.

Right now we are playing farmers in the Santa Cruz mountains, housesitting for friends.

Dave gets up early each morning to feed, water and let out the chickens, ducks, turkeys and geese. He does the same at sundown, herding them into their enclosure.

He feeds the rabbits. He gathers eggs. He cuts flowers and fills the house with color and fragrance.

We pick berries, plums, nectarines, peaches. We pull greens from the garden.

Using this fresh food, I've cooked stir fry, berry cobbler, and crunchy kale. Dave uses the dinner leftovers for breakfast hash. I'm making smoothies every day. Coming up: Plum pie, and potato salad made with hard-boiled duck eggs.

It's very satisfying to recycle everything. When I cut off the tops of strawberries or root out a rotten nectarine, I set them aside for the animals. Eggshells, banana peels and peach pits go to the worms that make fortified dirt.

When we first got here, I felt a little overwhelmed. How were we going to pull this off? But a day or two later, I was into the swing.

Laundry on the line? I can do this!

I love watching Dave take to the next "completely different" thing. He doesn't complain or worry. He just goes for it. He becomes it.

Living so many different lives is challenging me to become more flexible and resourceful. I'm learning how to suspend judgement, and to trust in my creative powers.

 

Today, I root myself here. Yet change is a constant, waiting in the wings. "Something completely different" is always around the bend--not only for nomads, but for us all.

The Best Idea We Ever Had

Capitol Reef National Park? Seriously, who knew such a place existed? Okay, maybe you did, but I was oblivious until now.

Capitol Reef Natural Bridge hike.

Capitol Reef is the third Utah National Park we've explored in the last couple of weeks--and I'm now convinced that Utah is a national treasure.

Fremont Indian petroglyphs, about 1,000 years old (in Capitol Reef).

I'm no longer under the spell of only Yosemite, Yellowstone and the Grand Canyon. Yes, those three are fantastic. But there is so much more to see--and fewer summer crowds in other places.

Zion National Park is incredible. My favorite aspect is all the water. Get really hot on a hike or bike ride? Jump in the river! There are a zillion swimming spots. Or you can hike The Narrows, walking through water for miles--and stopping for a plunge in one of the many swimming holes.

The Narrows

Before leaving Zion, we drove around the back side into Kolob Canyon and took a hike with awe-inspiring views.

Kolob beauty.

Then we headed to Bryce Canyon National Park, first spending a night in Cedar City, Utah.

When we were checking in to the adorable Big Yellow Inn B&B, the owner told us a Shakespeare Festival was taking place a block away. And that night, tickets were two-for-one.

I'd had no idea that this festival has been taking place at Southern Utah University since my birth year, 1962. We had two choices that night and picked Sondheim's "Into the Woods" over Shakespeare (sorry Willie). Dave and I were amazed how the actors flawlessly sang so many complicated lyrics. Even though the play ran three hours, we enjoyed it. (Serendipitously, we discovered that the film version is being released this Christmas starring Meryl Streep and Johnny Depp.)

Bryce was visually incredible. I was Verklempt by its grandeur.

In Bryce, it's hard to believe nature creates such things.

This time of year, the weather in Southwest Utah is dramatic. Bright blue mornings often precede dramatic thunderstorms in the afternoons or early evenings.

Sunset, with moonrise, out the window of our room near Capitol Reef.

Wallace Stegner called the National Parks "the best idea we ever had." Indeed.

Home is Here

Mark and Dave biking in Zion.

Last night as we sat under the stars in Zion, a friend asked:

"What's it like to live without a house? When I'm on a trip, I love traveling, but I always reach a point where I look forward to going home. Then I enjoy being back in my familiar surroundings, involved in my rituals."

I turned to Dave, curious how he'd answer. He talked about the mindset of living on the road. We didn't leave with the expectation that we'd return. So it's about being at home wherever we are.

In our year on the road, whenever I feel that yearning for "home," I get curious about it. What, exactly, am I wanting? A sense of peace, perhaps. So I can provide that to myself wherever we are--by getting still, by breathing, by feeling my body from the inside out. That might involve sprawling on the couch, listening to music, taking a mindful walk, meditating--or eating popcorn! It's up to me to soothe myself. It's up to me to, as Dave said, be at home wherever I am.

Hanging out with friends old and new in the Virgin River.

It also means embracing life as a journey. We aren't on vacation. We aren't driven to see and experience all the highlights of wherever we are. We enjoy our surroundings best by exploring new places without worrying about "missing something"--and we balance activity with downtime. The journey is the point.

Right now we are in Zion, Utah in a house with almost twenty people spread over three generations. Mark, a longtime friend of Dave's, leased a place for a week and invited us. He said there might be some others--but we hadn't realized we were walking into the open arms of a family reunion! I feel like we are at camp. In just three days, we've bonded with this awesome group by exploring the amazing national park, cooking, and talking and laughing for hours. Last night was a big dance party late into the night. We cleared the living room of furniture, and Mark--who's a DJ--played the music, complete with laser lights!

Once again, connections with people and nature have become central to our lives.

Before coming to Zion, we spent some time in the L.A. area with friends.

Huck Finn Bluegrass Jubilee

 

With Jude, Melissa and Reggie

With Ricardo, Dave's friend since the 1980s--and Cecelia and Charlie

Paul and the boys

All this socializing was punctuated by some time with just the two of us in Big Bear. We rented a great cabin on Airbnb.

I'd never before been on a ski lift in the summer, but we took it up, with our bikes dangling on the chair in front of us.

Then we rode down the mountain!

(and sometimes walked )

We also visited the Big Bear Alpine Zoo, which rescues and rehabilitates wild animals. It was incredible to be so close to a grizzly...

and a mountain lion.

We also stopped in Sedona for a few days, where we stayed at another Airbnb place and hiked to the four reputed vortexes.
 

They are beautiful spots. But I didn't feel more "vortexy" there. Just another reminder that spiritual energy--like home--is there for you whenever you want it.