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We call this little bus home. She carries everything we own, everything we need. She takes us up small side roads that are steep with slow travel.

We don’t have much money. Hell, we don’t have much anything, really, besides joy and anticipation.

These last three years have been a journey of learning, hundreds of lessons in the art of living well. The less you need, and the fewer expectations you have, the more fulfilled and joyful you are.

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Fall is the most cerebral season.


It’s a time of contraction and inner reflection. The air becomes thin, our bodies bundle up under layers, and energy is sluggish and scarce.

Now, imagination is rich. We project onto a fading landscape vibrant ideas of regrowth. Now is when we cut back our foliage and surplus energy, so we are ripe and ready when there is warmth enough to expand.

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Change is the only constant in life.


Take the trees. Each day, they fade into different colors. Eventually, they will stand bare.

Matter is in continuous flux, an endless energy swip-swap. Because this is true, we are never, ever allowed to be bored.

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“How is it that trees never desire to move, to run?” I asked. “How can they sit stationary for lifetimes and lifetimes and never long to leave?”


“Maybe trees are the most highly evolved form of life,” James answered. “Wise enough to accept that there is only here and now.”

We looked up into the aspens and pondered their patience, as the chlorophyll drained slowly from their leaves. They gave no hint of hearing my question, only shimmied and glittered in the crisp fall wind.

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The bus is our cozy little cabin in the woods. Mornings are small and steam rises from the kettle as frost melts from the wild strawberry plants outside.

We go Dutch on brewed coffee, because we only have a little bit left and town is a long ways away.

We drink it black in the cinnamon morning, the Canada geese flying overhead to wintering grounds. Looking out our bay window, I see summer lying down to sleep, with the yellow leaves of aspens as a blanket.

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Rachel_Sunset

Life is a beautiful process of dying. From the moment we’re born, our cells begin to deteriorate.

Our time on earth is so short, our moments limited to a single lifespan.

Why not be happy? But even more than happy, why not be joyful, passionate? Why not live? Why not wake each bright new morning, so sizzling with the fat of life that you crackle and burn and almost explode with all the big and small things that make life miraculous?

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