The Mothership
It’s Sunday morning on the holiday weekend of Labor Day 2010.
Today was waking up @ 7 while it’s still cool enough to get the pups out for a perimeter defining stroll around the long winding blocks – at my Dad’s in Westminster CO. Argo, Kolta, Aja and I are all settled into the mother ship for the drive home, and today is for social and getting this thing out of the driveway. Driving this home didn’t sound so intimidating until I saw “her” in person again and realized just how big 37 feet really is. I texted my eldest niece savannah, who drives big stuff in the Air Force, last night and asked her if she wants to come drive it for me, but I will get the hang of it given some good straighaways and highway driving to get the feel of it.
The mother ship is an older rig 1987…. But I love this style… its still camper---ee enough to be an actual RV instead of a house that you wouldn’t really want to travel with.
I named it the “mothership” back when Dad and Marianna used to bring Nakita and Kliki up to Packwood to visit me and the pups up there… its so fricken big we could have driven my old trailer into it to park it.
This motorhome to me -I didn’t realize until we were a day out – but it represents freedom to me – we COULD next spring and summer load this baby up and park @ SCA events and poly camp, or go visit Tyler’s mom at parks – taking out the set up time and just leaving time to actually enjoy the social aspects of camping. I love tent camping as well, but with the driving back and forth to check on the pups I’ve had to choose between hanging out with people, and setting up camp. With a loaded RV I can leave it set up for these things, throw a tent in it and just have all my gear and go on a whim – and if I want to set up the tent closer to peoples fires I can – but I don’t have to. I do hope by next summer to be set up for tent and backpacking again, but for events where there’s dress up or Washington weather… the idea of having everything set up and ready appeals to me greatly.
We COULD park it at Packwood – or take it back and forth – and regain all the good things I loved about being at “home” – but with just enough more breathing room to make it comfortable. I loved my 18 foot fifth wheel up there... but it was tight when you added a few pups… this is old enough that I don’t mind bringing the pups in, but new enough I don’t feel like I need to start fixing things…. And I LOVE the high ceilings… this thing has as much height at the bedroom at the graham house. Making the bed yesterday with my cabin flannel sheets just makes me giddy happy.
I’ve loved nests since I was a very little person – and this is just so nesty --- and cozy... I just want to put all my comfy blankies and my favorite bathrobe into it and curl up with a book and something warm to drink. We bought a $3 vanilla candle at Wal-Mart yesterday and we are HOME for the duration of the trip.
I love the warm chocolate colored curtains in here and the coach and the kitchenette where I am sitting writing looking out onto my dad’s front lawn – over his little blue spitfire project car.
Waking up today was just so easy – and it reaffirms my decision to create a life where waking up is the waking up I experienced as a little person – bouncing out of bed to see what’s next instead of getting up prepared to work ….Yes, for me there is always the drive to be up early enough to make sure the puppies are cared for – but in this new life it will be based on the whether, their needs, the state of my physical being, not on the crunch to get out the door due to arbitrary societal needs…
I think back to before I retired from Licensed therapeutic massage, my dream, my dream of freedom was never to STOP doing massage – it was to have my little massage cabin, with the note on the door that said something like: “If I am here and you need one I can give you a massage, If I am not come back later”… to be able to offer healing when the need for healing is there, when my energy is strong, when the timing lines up instead of breaking it down in to predetermined 15 minute increments and piece-mieling.
The same for money – I dream of a system of barter, or of true donations, and recipients of my care who “pay it forward” instead of the financial system that I am so good at but that I find so restrictive.
The dream was to wake up ALIVE, to breathe, to care for my critters, to have time for romance and to see the beauty of the day – then to offer healing fully charged up myself… or to write from wholeness and balance. The dream isn’t just about offering massage anymore, but of offering the whole range of healing I’ve grown into; ritual work, bodywork, embodied touch, teaching, sharing presence, all of it… and with the logs now home, this part can be real by this spring, with my healing cabin…
So, today in my morning it is so clear, the thing for me to do, is to get grounded in this... to get truly grounded in this, through practice... through doing exactly what I am doing right now … getting up, breathing & being present to where I am… and what a way to launch this through travel, through family … and through social with my dad and his wife when they wake up.
I’ve written now for about an hour, checked in with Tyler regarding the homestead and just stopped here and there and looked out the window while eating little oatmeal nummy things with my coffee….
Argo just rolled out of the comfy bed and we’re planning routes home – we’re trying to discover if the passes up "norther" are more like white pass (ok for me in this) or Chinook pass which seems a little scary to me… we shall see what unfolds.
I LOVE this waking up and having conversation instead of pushing… just talking with Argo’s hand on my shoulder fingers petting my hair as we just have pleasant morning chitter …. This is a good morning.
Today was waking up @ 7 while it’s still cool enough to get the pups out for a perimeter defining stroll around the long winding blocks – at my Dad’s in Westminster CO. Argo, Kolta, Aja and I are all settled into the mother ship for the drive home, and today is for social and getting this thing out of the driveway. Driving this home didn’t sound so intimidating until I saw “her” in person again and realized just how big 37 feet really is. I texted my eldest niece savannah, who drives big stuff in the Air Force, last night and asked her if she wants to come drive it for me, but I will get the hang of it given some good straighaways and highway driving to get the feel of it.
The mother ship is an older rig 1987…. But I love this style… its still camper---ee enough to be an actual RV instead of a house that you wouldn’t really want to travel with.
I named it the “mothership” back when Dad and Marianna used to bring Nakita and Kliki up to Packwood to visit me and the pups up there… its so fricken big we could have driven my old trailer into it to park it.
This motorhome to me -I didn’t realize until we were a day out – but it represents freedom to me – we COULD next spring and summer load this baby up and park @ SCA events and poly camp, or go visit Tyler’s mom at parks – taking out the set up time and just leaving time to actually enjoy the social aspects of camping. I love tent camping as well, but with the driving back and forth to check on the pups I’ve had to choose between hanging out with people, and setting up camp. With a loaded RV I can leave it set up for these things, throw a tent in it and just have all my gear and go on a whim – and if I want to set up the tent closer to peoples fires I can – but I don’t have to. I do hope by next summer to be set up for tent and backpacking again, but for events where there’s dress up or Washington weather… the idea of having everything set up and ready appeals to me greatly.
We COULD park it at Packwood – or take it back and forth – and regain all the good things I loved about being at “home” – but with just enough more breathing room to make it comfortable. I loved my 18 foot fifth wheel up there... but it was tight when you added a few pups… this is old enough that I don’t mind bringing the pups in, but new enough I don’t feel like I need to start fixing things…. And I LOVE the high ceilings… this thing has as much height at the bedroom at the graham house. Making the bed yesterday with my cabin flannel sheets just makes me giddy happy.
I’ve loved nests since I was a very little person – and this is just so nesty --- and cozy... I just want to put all my comfy blankies and my favorite bathrobe into it and curl up with a book and something warm to drink. We bought a $3 vanilla candle at Wal-Mart yesterday and we are HOME for the duration of the trip.
I love the warm chocolate colored curtains in here and the coach and the kitchenette where I am sitting writing looking out onto my dad’s front lawn – over his little blue spitfire project car.
Waking up today was just so easy – and it reaffirms my decision to create a life where waking up is the waking up I experienced as a little person – bouncing out of bed to see what’s next instead of getting up prepared to work ….Yes, for me there is always the drive to be up early enough to make sure the puppies are cared for – but in this new life it will be based on the whether, their needs, the state of my physical being, not on the crunch to get out the door due to arbitrary societal needs…
I think back to before I retired from Licensed therapeutic massage, my dream, my dream of freedom was never to STOP doing massage – it was to have my little massage cabin, with the note on the door that said something like: “If I am here and you need one I can give you a massage, If I am not come back later”… to be able to offer healing when the need for healing is there, when my energy is strong, when the timing lines up instead of breaking it down in to predetermined 15 minute increments and piece-mieling.
The same for money – I dream of a system of barter, or of true donations, and recipients of my care who “pay it forward” instead of the financial system that I am so good at but that I find so restrictive.
The dream was to wake up ALIVE, to breathe, to care for my critters, to have time for romance and to see the beauty of the day – then to offer healing fully charged up myself… or to write from wholeness and balance. The dream isn’t just about offering massage anymore, but of offering the whole range of healing I’ve grown into; ritual work, bodywork, embodied touch, teaching, sharing presence, all of it… and with the logs now home, this part can be real by this spring, with my healing cabin…
So, today in my morning it is so clear, the thing for me to do, is to get grounded in this... to get truly grounded in this, through practice... through doing exactly what I am doing right now … getting up, breathing & being present to where I am… and what a way to launch this through travel, through family … and through social with my dad and his wife when they wake up.
I’ve written now for about an hour, checked in with Tyler regarding the homestead and just stopped here and there and looked out the window while eating little oatmeal nummy things with my coffee….
Argo just rolled out of the comfy bed and we’re planning routes home – we’re trying to discover if the passes up "norther" are more like white pass (ok for me in this) or Chinook pass which seems a little scary to me… we shall see what unfolds.
I LOVE this waking up and having conversation instead of pushing… just talking with Argo’s hand on my shoulder fingers petting my hair as we just have pleasant morning chitter …. This is a good morning.
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