Saying yes

The Rug: Our Multi-Purpose Room Without Walls My early morning writing routine happens in the wide open, wall free, but rug defined space right outside the rig. The outdoor rug, made of colorful recycled plastic fibers, is a room of our house on wheels, and what’s on it (and what happens on it) tells a story of our life on the road.  This rug looks “wrong sized” when it’s not in front of the rig. We almost returned it because when we first rolled it out, it was in our front lawn at home, and it looked like a small country had invaded our space. Surely, it was much too big for us. Thankfully, we held out, and kept it long enough to try it in front of our rig, and we saw that it fit perfectly. There are dumbells on the rug, as this is where Tucker does his daily 10 p.m. workouts. There’s a kettlebell, as it’s my gym space for my morning kettlebell routine. It’s the collection space for Jesse’s prized bottle caps that haven’t been sorted or traded and for his ever expanding stick coll...

Dusty sandlike dirt has been our companion for two months now, dust inside the rig, dust outside the rig, dust covering the car and the rig, dust and sand blowing when the wind picks up. When we rolled up the rug as we prepared to leave Los Cerritos, pounds of dust fell out and pounds remained in the rug itself, deeply embedded. When we unrolled our rug, as we settled into Los Barriles, dust puffed into the air.  Yesterday, we went to the Santa Rita Hotsprings, about forty five minutes from where we are staying on the Sea of Cortez in Los Barriles. We took a long, adventurous route to get to the hot springs. Thankfully, we were in Matt and Emma’s truck and were able to make it.  We drove through loose sand for part of the ride, and my adrenaline spiked as we could all feel the loose sand grasping and pulling at the tires, trying to claim us with its insidious grip. Matt navigated well up a twisty steep road with, sometimes pausing for goats and cows to make their way ahead of ...

Book cabinet over our head Cooking thanksgiving meal in our one person kitchen  Our four family traveling tribe is in Los Cerritos, a small, but rapidly growing, community about halfway between La Paz and  Cabo. Here, there's a midsize sandy parking lot on the beach for tents and RVs. We've arranged our rigs into a box shape, surrounding a wide open center. We've effectively created a community square, a plaza, a place for shared meals, evening fires, and games. The plaza is also a kid magnet, and as our kids gather to play Janga, or stick fight, or do bead craft, other children poke their head into the square and often join the fun. It can be lonely being a child on the road, and what we're offering - a friendly, warm community - is a compelling siren call.   The rest of today's post will have a different flavor than previous posts, which have frequently been about what we're experiencing, either internally, related to emotional or spiritual work, or externally...