Plans? What Plans? Life Unfolds as it Will

“Lordy, Lordy, Lordy,” she says to herself day after day, not wanting to burden her life and mind with more negative explicatives.

Hello, any who brave this site, after my long absence.  Life has moved me to a new plateau or canyon depending on how much dirt and fatigue is affecting my perspective.  Specifically, I have been moved to northern Idaho.  Yeah, I wondered where it was, also.  It’s that little rectangular bit between Montana and Washington, just below Canada.

Northern Idaho is not what registers when I wake up in the morning as I have been living in a tent for two weeks.  Until my brain shifts into full waking mode, I stare at the blue and orange dome that I am under, and wonder where or, more often, why I am where I am.  Slowly, as I explore the area looking for a shower, laundromat, groceries and internet, I am beginning to see where I am: just north of Lake Cocollalla, east of Priest River, south of Sandpoint, and surrounded by national forests and lots of lakes.  My neighbors are wild turkeys, deer, eagles, quail, coyotes, cows (elk, cougar and bear have been reported, but not yet seen), my sister, her husband, and their gigantic black draft horses.

Why I am here is much less certain than the where.

My sister and I became friends a few months ago, after being estranged for a long while. I’m here because they invited me to join them and I agreed, wanting to celebrate having my childhood best friend back.  After two months of traveling, camping and saying good bye to many friends, family and what used to be my life, the “why” question keeps popping up.  In other words, my gut led me here, but has been silent ever since arriving.  I mean, couldn’t we celebrate sisterhood on skype?

Then again, life is always struggling, exploring, not knowing, and about chopping wood and carrying water. Whether fighting the boredom and frustration of a traffic jam in the city or carrying water, literally, in rural Idaho, it’s all about learning more patience, joy, love and peace, internal stuff that is not dependent on outside circumstances.  My job is to be patient, learn to love more, be peaceful – one with Idaho dirt, for starters – and find joy where ever I am, knowing that the wind storm will stop the tent from flapping, eventually, and that I don’t need to focus on what I don’t have, but appreciate the baby quail in the driveway.

In gratitude, joy, peace and love, which I seem to have more of since my hot shower at the local RV park, in spite of what I said about outside circumstance (Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, I am so human, and so reallllly grateful to have lost all the weight of that dirt I left in the shower drain!),

Susan, the old (too old for this?) homesteader of the wild west

Life on hold?

I might become a farm/horse ranch owner, farmer and/or gardener and/or tiny house builder, next month – gulp!  In the mean time, I’m hanging out with my partners, farmers-to-be, my sister and her husband, in some hot mobile home in an unknown part of Oregon, on the Oregon trail. We are wondering what to do, from hour to hour, while we wait, and wait, for escrow to close or fail or ?

Today, I decided to do something: write you all, whoever you are.  I have not given up my ideas and ideals relating to my book projects: creating community through sharing stories, and education for all ages through multi-lingual and multi-cultural story telling.  If you would like to know more, look around my web site or scroll down and read more, and/or are interested in books/DVDs, write me.

Also, if you know how to be a farmer, write me and let me know.

And, since I don’t know how to be a farmer, invite me to present or give a book talk or a workshop – ASL or ASL storytelling for literacy or language learning – write me.  I know how to do that.

And, enjoy this day.  Don’t wait for life to happen.  Make more life.

Stories, myths, legends: What Makes Us Human

We, humans, and, indeed, all of life, are interdependent – strands in a great web. We cannot achieve independence until we recognize our true Selves, the connected Self, as opposed to the little screaming, fear-driven, drama-loving little self, the ego.

Our stories, myths, legends and shared expressions connect us, remind us of connections and expand awareness of connection. We struggle to think of effective ways to turn not only to our friends, but those who distrust and dislike us, to recognize ourselves in everyone. Through our sharing and stories, through listening, we can connect, in spite of differences. We must, in order to grow more life on this planet.

We are our stories. Every language carries a collection of stories–a culture–a unique perspective. Storytelling’s power to connect people also teaches us about ourselves. We must work toward an inclusive society by bringing together stories from many languages, cultures, and through different senses and media. Our work is sharing and making new stories out of every person’s story, to complete our own story and ourselves.

Yes, and good story telling is not rushed. Good stories take time, not only in the making, but in the telling. Pauses are music in storytelling. Then there’s that “we” word. Rushing around is not a good state to be in, to be with people, to listen and learn new stories. Today let us practice avoiding that modern disease of dizzybizzy – moving too quickly and trying too hard to do too much. Recovery, reviving and re-creation involves slowing down, even stopping. If we pause and breathe, we invite more connection and life.

Today I am beginning a new life. Everyday we are given a new life. We can live more fully than yesterday, more connected, more ourselves with and through others, when we break from an old habit, an old thought, when we become independent of our conditioning and past. It is possible not to overeat, get drunk, ignore a friend or family member or zone out with a mouth-watering fantasy. Today, I will remind myself to be present, look people in the eye and listen, be conscious of my eating, drinking, talking, seeing, and this day will be richer each time I remember not to be a slave to immediate gratification. Today, I hope to enjoy a more independent me, free to grow more life.

If you would like to grow more life through more stories, scroll to previous posts for stories I could share with you. And, enjoy this day.

August, Auspicious, Augural – Mid-year Reflection

Summer is on the march, and the sun is moving further south each day.  After intense work preparing for Without Words, the very end of July and beginning of August felt like a needed nap.  I’m not sure what just happened, but I seem to have awakened to the 9th of August.

This week, with eyes wide open, I will be taking inventory, reflecting on the first half of 2015, before moving forward.

Thank you-all who helped launch Without Words.  It was a great success, and will continue somewhere, somehow.  First, I will back-up to get a better view and a running start for the next jump.

Stay tuned for the next adventure life brings.  In the mean time, may you-all see augural signs for a bright or, at least, interesting time ahead.

When I emerge, again, hopefully, I will have news or musings to share.

Take time to take care.

For slowing down, before charging ahead,