Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
not quite..... but I have been to our gypsy caravan for 3 days.... having fun... I looked out at the lightning as I lay in my bed at night... I watched the water early each morning, I scrubbed and played house and I went to the showers in the cold late at night and I had fun doing it, those night time skies are just glorious when there are no fluorescent city lights to dim the real night sky. The stars are awesome.. I cannot wait to be able to lie out under the stars and Moon and do some moon bathing.......And looking like a glamour queen as I toddled off to have my shower - sweat pants, lime green socks, red and white spotted canvas shoes, hair in a clip with a headband... oh yes, pure glamour is what I am~.... and always forgetting something.. even one night, I left my pyjama pants in the caravan... had my shower and I realized they were missing... and had to wear only my undies and a t-shirt.. freezing cold, dark night! thankfully the t-shirt was a long one! I realized then that I must devise a plan that I can have for when I go next time.. there has to be an easier way! I bought myself a gorgeous vintage dressing gown from the local op shop to wear down there... Sleeping in the caravan at night was fun... I felt adventurous. It is something I haven't done since I was about 10.... I had forgotten just how cold it can get. We got to meet some of the other 'caravaners' and we had fun planning on how we were going to decorate it... we even decided that the name must be 'Gypsy Caravan'.. it suits much better than Kashmir...
and you know what? Not once did I worry about my 'spiritual journey'.. not once. I read a book that was not a self help book.... and didn't ponder my life at all. I just looked out at the water and was satisified in the moment.
this is what I look at from our caravan... could it be any more perfect than that?
Tomorrow, I will probably wake up and wonder again why I am here and get myself into some kind of state as I do...... but I seem to be functioning so much better when I just live my life.... not worrying about meditating and stuff... living in the moment, doing what I am supposed to be doing... I do get so carried away worrying about 'doing it right'.. meditating til I get myself into a Zen state or contacting those from the other side or saying millions of affirmations, constantly worrying that I am saying the right ones or enough of them, until I am in a state of high anxiety... then it is like my great grandmother Laura slaps me up the back of the head and tells me to wake up to myself and get on with life... then I remember Daisy just pottering and not meditating much at all... content... and when i do that, I am content too.........
I have also been helping my daughter and her husband by cooking meals and delivering a day or two supply to help them over those hard first days at home. Harry is t hriving and I am going to visit them tomorrow night.. to have some more cuddles. He is simply perfect. I love him!