Sometimes I forget.
OSHO sits on my night table. The Beloved is one of the few hard cover books I own. It’s the moving and traveling–the way I love to live my life. It doesn’t lend itself to a library of hundreds, or thousands, of books.
I’m a nomad at heart. I could live my life on the road, stopping for a week here, another there–all the things that are important to me would fit into the back of my SUV.
Crazy? Rootless? I’d rather think of it as wander lust.
I also live in my mind. As long as I have books to read…thank you Steve Jobs for creating the iPad, and Amazon for the Kindle App–I can be happy anywhere. And something to hold the images like the one above taken in Sinora, Mex. on a solitary road trip from Puerto Vallarta, Mexico to Whistler, British Columbia. And always, I need something to write with; I couldn’t live without my writing.
I think I’ll make a new Canva photo/visionboard. If I was truly living my life on the road, I would add unlimited airmiles to my wish list. Then I could drop in on my son and his family in Paris whenever I felt like it.
Or maybe I would work on my current novel in Venice, the ghost of Gabriel Allon nudging me to place a twist here, a romantic encounter there. Yes, I could live for a month or two in Venice.
Love & lust take on many forms in my life.
As Osho would say, if you miss those moments of love–whatever and whomever you love–you’ve missed the whole opportunity of life.
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