slow living

rv life, full-time, is 100% without time. May be I lied, 85%. It's a slow life. We get up late. We eat late (breakfast at 11, lunch at 2 or 3? dinner... 7 or 8, give or take). We go to bed very late. Heck, I have two cups of coffee everyday and my first one is at 11am and then my next one? During sunsets. 

our temp neighbors, a couple from the Netherlands, offered marshmallows (this was at 10pm) they got to eat sweets right before watching "Night at the Museum 2"

So, what do you do when everything seems beautifully slow and yet, so many crap happening right now out there? The Las Vegas Massacre? #45 constant assault on humanity? The current state of social justice being at its worst? The AGB on their predatory mode increasing tenfold, threatening Deaf children's right to language all over the country? A friend's husband dying anytime from cancer? Another friend finding out she has cancer, again and was given months to live? 

I sat outside, with my coffee and did some internalizing about life in general. So many thoughts and so many feelings. You know, sometimes you want to just pause the moment, pick up a life remote and press the button that has the equal symbol. Pause. Stop. 

But it does not stop. Life does not. It goes on. Death and birth. Horror and joy. You're at the center of the universe and then a complete speck of nothing in the universe. You matter, and then, you just simply don't. 

aidan and the twin falls

Since traveling, I keep seeing two common sayings on RVs or at travel store centers, "not all who wander are lost," and "life is good."

Yes, even if there are moments of pain and agony, moments of stupidity and asshats, life really is good. 

Think of the water drop in a waterfall, the one that fell faster. Or the other one, that fell the slowest. However, they all are falling the same way, and when one distance self from it, it's gorgeous and all those little drops collectively makes a powerful force going into the one same direction.

can you find oisin? hint, he's on the other side left to the waterfall

I hope this analogy will be a reminder to myself whenever I encounter a moment way too painful, that no matter how awful it is, the fact that I get to be a drop of a water is a miracle itself and something that surpasses beauty. 

a tear drop on the bridge of his nose, he had a bloody lip after a fight with aidan

This makes me even more confident with the choice of living slow, because no matter how fast life goes without a pause button, I played my life in slow motion by finding meraki.

This one is for you Tim, the fast water drop, my heart hurts for you, your wife and your girls.