we're back in the world where bills are delivered and dirty laundry begs to be washed - it waits, regardless of the magic that remains in the other realms, the realm of the road.
i was summoned by the call, by the wild, and drove into the limitless possibilities.
i had been drawn to utah and your home for months now, and ignored this persistent little voice until it drove me to action.
there are a few journeys that call to you, and they wash you with blessings and visions, take you where you need to be to grow.
eating dinner under a milky way so bruised and mottled, unseen in such a purity by my town in decades.
the desert sunrise, painting the red striped mesas pink.
green valleys, shimmering with cottonwoods, deep in the red stone bowl created by ascending cliffs.
|protoge. wink. ;)|
|my fellow dreamers and schemers. oh the dreams are big and reachable. we know we make our lives what we want them to be.|
winding through canyons to celebrate edward abbey; the passions he inspires, nourishing the earth and her anarchists.
|post "wrenched!" viewing, q&a with the film maker and leader of the glen canyon institute, funding research in support of dam removal and canyon restoration. be still my beating heart.|
a hero, a warrior
a wild human, he preaches the good word
|wild sunnies at sunset, swooon.|
eco-terrorism is the act of destroying the environment for money.
working on my movie with an amazing creative crew, sunburns and cousins.
the good life, digging deep, relaxing freely in the moment of pureness
where heart and action are perfectly intertwined; following the heart leads to moments of clarity and purpose.
we are propelled further on our path, expanding in truth and limitless, unlocking glorious jewels from the hidden chamber of the soul.
it takes courage to align our actions with our true selves,
but when we do the soul gulps the waterfall of abundance and truth.
there, the fantasy of economics, statism, materialism, dissolve.
and the world as it really is, and the perfect freedom of peace and wholeness, are exposed.
we remember we are free.
i strive to wander more.
as we drive through rural areas exploding with development we ask: what builds community?
you both are active in a small pocket of progressive and holistic community builders in provo.
a small organism of connected people growing as a healing force...this is what true community is.
(unlike the enclosed and disconnected mass of people of my town...let's build community!)
|carl me amy|
our caravaning families created a tight, symbiotic intentional community: where body and soul, young and old, are nurtured and supported. we're stronger together,
practicing for the long haul,
where the transience becomes less transient, and the house rolls along with us,
never waiting empty on some suburban street.
|i stole this pic from your fb. next time our selfies should feature matt.|
this quest has ends,
we understand more,
having lived deliberately,
sucking the marrow out of life.
we. are. free.
SUMMER 2015, east coast here we come!!!! :) xoxoxoxo