Impressions of Life

I came out to the PAR TR for a weekend of fun, to shuck off a couple of difficult weeks and to just relax. What I’ve experienced turned out to be much more.

In a world that grows more expansive each day via the Internet, people seem to be growing more isolated and lost feeling; or only gathering with others like themselves, leading to narrower and narrower views of the world. I’ve watched people near and dear to me succumb to fear of almost everyone and everything. I’ve watched others turn aside from people and tuck into safe pockets, locking themselves into defined spaces. I, too, got on some of those rides. Each one proved unsatisfactory to me, but not before narrowing my own vision and limiting my own interactions. Change is hard, and fear can be a huge road block. Since the physical roadblocks are gone from my life now, I can spread my internal wings.

Part of my journey out here is to know myself better. Part of it is to experience people again, in all of their variableness. I’ve received knowledge of those things in spades and I’m not unhappy with the revelations. It will be a continuing journey in both areas though,I expect.

I’m learning to take risks simply by being myself and expressing who I am without fear or worry. By some there will be acceptance; by others, not so much. That’s okay. I’m learning to better find balance, and to listen to what it is that I want. At times, it is still solitude and quiet reverie. At other times, the energy of other people is what I want. On the road, you can just move camp and respond to your internal needs. Sometimes, like now, you have to balance what you want with real life delimiters. The van threw an engine code and so I need to sit still and plan among a highly peopled camp, until I can provide the resources I need to safely move forward. Thankfully, the environment here is not draining at all. I’m far enough away from the main camp to withdraw into somewhat quiet just by closing the van door, yet there are newly made connections that are nearby as well.

And the people I’ve met…
Potters, fire-eaters, mimes, digeridoo makers, musicians, programmers, tattoo artists, photographers and writers, ‘Nam vets and Iraq vets, nurses,TBI victims, cancer survivors and people living with cancer. I’ve met people who’ve never traveled outside of North America and people who have traveled to over ninety countries. Each person has a story, which they share easily. It shows me how they define themselves and what they value. I’ve heard fears and shortcomings, desires and dreams, goals accomplished and failures experienced, pour forth from perfect strangers. Perhaps it is because I have taken in so many stories that I forget to worry about my own unfolding story and the minutia that makes up my current internal struggles. My mind is not overthinking, because it is outwardly focused. This type of absorption used to drain me; right now it enlivens me and reinforces the wonder in me that among so much diversity is found so much commonality – the desire to be seen and heard for who we are and accepted. It is, I believe, the driving desire of humans to have community – a tribe.

So while I may be Empress of the Misfits for a night(another story for another time), I am part of humanity at large. A humanity that continues to move and learn, to express themselves in the way they find authentic, and to engage with others in meaningful ways if we but allow them to do so. In this, there is great beauty.

Dance. Listen. Touch. Express. And be prepared to be enchanted by your fellow globe riders. It will change you.

~SE, grounded, but making the best of it.


  9 comments for “Impressions of Life

  1. January 20, 2020 at 7:10 AM

    Life. It must be lived. 🙂

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  2. January 20, 2020 at 6:33 PM

    Did you pick up one of those homemade Digeridoo instruments. It would certainly add a nuance to the coyotes howling around the camp. A royal instrument played by the Empress of Misfits! Forget the Dulcimer!

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    • January 20, 2020 at 7:27 PM

      Hah. One of my unpublicized talents is actually the ability to mimic a digeridoo. Comes in handy when there is no room in the van 😄

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  3. January 21, 2020 at 9:21 PM

    Did you find it hard to speak to the vets? I spoke to one earlier today and found myself reaching for words because my experience is so much more different from his.

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    • January 21, 2020 at 10:58 PM

      I’m not sure in what context you mean, so I’ll address two ways. Person to person, in general conversation NOT about their experiences,no. They are people first. I wouldn’t know of their status unless they mention it.

      I don’t believe I’ve ever asked, since it is a very intimate thing. As to speaking about their experiences, I’ve had a few random encounters in my life where I have been the receiver of, for lack of a better term, things that were weighing on them, in conversations initiated by them. That is a listening activity. From my perspective, it is the lack of judgement one offers, along with compassion, in the face of revelations that matters more than what one says. Sometimes to say nothing and just offer a hug has been my response. Another time it was a ride to the VA that I provided. I think it is okay to sit in silence for a moment to choose your words, or even to simply say, I have no words, thank you for sharing that with me.

      It should sober us; they experienced things so that you and I did not have to, and yet they are people just like me and you.

      Hopefully this made sense, lol..


  4. February 3, 2020 at 12:18 PM

    Just WOW to all of this! Thanks for sharing

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  5. February 27, 2020 at 12:11 PM

    It’s all about living, isn’t it.

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