Biding my time in Texas. I never thought I'd have spent the Spring and Early Summer building a new home on wheels watching the days flow by in Texas. It occurred to me this morning that all the things that I love are absolutely out of step with the time I am born into and useless for making a modern living. I love ancient history, I love thinking, yoga, surfing, nature, being alone in nature. In today's world one doesn't make a livelihood with a love of ancient world history, or even yoga. One makes a living at marketing yoga for westerners perhaps, but that's not really yoga; that's marketing, that's opportunism.
This morning I considered Baja for the winter and I remembered; too populated, too many people, not enough privacy. Then I thought about New Zealand. Just right. Cool and wet, uncrowded. You can really be alone and at the same time you can meet someone to travel with too. Because for me 'alone' doesn't always mean totally alone. Sometimes it does. But alone also means alone with a nice girl I like. That way you can still have complete alone time but you can also have the things that make humans human, that makes life sweet. You can have the companionship of someone whose company you enjoy, you can have romance, you can have sex, you can sit under the stars on a beach beside a campfire drinking wine and playing guitar and snuggling anticipating that eventually you are going to go to bed and make love and fall asleep with someone you care for in your arms.
And alone can also mean with a group of friends, a little community or tribe. People you enjoy doing yoga with, surfing with, playing music with, cooking together with, dancing with, camping with, all outdoors beside the sea. That is still alone enough.
The essence of alone is being in nature, so that you look around and see nature, not the skyline blocked by houses or buildings and you wake up to the sounds of nature, not to city noises or the voices of strangers in your space.
New Zealand was perfectly alone. Because I could pull over by a river and camp in a grove of pines and swim naked in the river, wash my clothes in a bucket and hang them on a branch to dry, do yoga in the pine needles, read in the rain, play my guitar and sing and drink a little beer at night. And maybe I would be all alone. Or maybe I could camp on the beach with Shannon and make a fire in the cold and talk about life all night under the cold stars and then get in the Miniship and make love or just snuggle under the comforter.
New Zealand was perfectly alone at the Hot Spot with our great crew of friends. It was perfectly alone with the dolphins and waves.
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