Fandango has another of those wonderful provocative questions this week.
When was the last time you did something for the very first time? What was it that you did?
Hmmm, this is pondersome. I really don’t want to go back to the 50’s when I started walking or even the 70’s when I became a mother, although those were both definitely “firsts.” Every time I think “oh yeah there was the very first time I …” right on the heels of the thought comes the “oh wait, I did something like that before.” So just for the sake of argument and my sanity, I’m going to just go with this.
On March 11, 2007, I ran away from home. At least, that’s what my kids call it. I like to think I made a leap of faith. Not the religious kind, but I took the plunge to trust another human being and the universe completely. I quit my job, sold or gave away about 95% of my possessions, including my house. I loaded up an RV and with a man I’d been romantically involved with for less than 18 months, left the area I’d lived in for over 25 years.
I abandoned the five year plan and the ten year plan. I became a pilgrim, a seeker, a sage woman, a health warrior and a wide-eyed wanderer. It’s been nearly 12 years that we’ve been “on the road” and yep that man is SuperHubs. The sights I’ve seen, the things I’ve done, it’s been amazing. Let me leave you to ponder your own beginnings with stanza’s from “An Extraordinary Life”
I have climbed red mountains
beneath the azure skies
and I’ve beheld the milky way
with naught but my own two eyes
I’ve known so many pleasures
and seen so many sights
when I am gone, don’t weep for me
for mine was an extraordinary life
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP