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06 Aug 2007, 7:44 pm / Stuck at home
"Where you stand is holy ground." I don't even remember where this, number two of my all-time favorite quotes, came from, but it reminds me of all of you. As you know, we've spent the summer at home, fighting Bob's lung cancer. Sometimes it's been the worst time in our lives, and other times, I think I wasn't born until we got "woken up" about the precious nature of our lives. How fragile! How short it can be! And even though we're not traveling right now, I can go back in memory to hundreds of RV trips we've taken; I can stand beneath an endless western sky in the dark, contemplating the rings around the moon. I can see, in my mind's eye, an Iowa cornfield at sunset, glittering with the lights of a thousand fireflies, hovering over rippling acres that go on forever. I can holler in a canyon, saying hello to my own self, over and over and over as the echo bounces off the rim of the universe... These, and other thoughts hold me together these days, and I think of all of you Scrappers... somewhere out there... traveling your own roads and standing on your own holy ground. That's right... wherever you are right now, it is sacred. So this might be something like a prayer or a meditation, more than a blog, but what's important is that people like us know there is "something out there" that we need to connect with. Some of us are always chasing it - it's around the next bend, it's down that unexplored road. We roam and we search... but are we "present?" How does a trip on four wheels become an inner journey that will give us a place to escape to when the "trip" is only in our minds? When we wake each morning in a new place, it's a good reminder to take a mental inventory. Why did I come here? What do I hope to see? What will I leave behind, if anything? What can I GIVE to this day, and what can I take from it? What I have taken from my journeys is a lifetime supply of inner vistas, pictures that can never be "deleted" or "crashed" from my memory, and the feelings that those experiences stir within me. I can pull them out any time, like an album, and relive a moment or a place... There are many places I left behind, and recorded nothing, left nothing... those are the places where I forgot I was standing on holy ground. In the RVer's life, the distances we travel can bring us to the realization that no matter where we go... it's still our planet. The dirt beneath our feet remains connected to the dirt we stood on yesterday. The land and the winding roads are all entwined, and so are we. Please take a moment today to stop. Look down. Whether you're in the hot, arid desert of Arizona, the cool green mountains of Tennessee, or the warm, slow bayous of Louisiana... it's holy ground. YOU are the spirit of exploration. Breathe deeply and don't let the moment slip by... Anne Pierson, Happy Camper President, RVer stuck at home, for now.
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Anne, I am so sorry to hear of your husband's illness. I will keep him and your entire family in my prayers! MamawJudy
