When I first began telling people that I was going to sell my house and dreamed of living and traveling in an RV, many would get a wistful, far off look on their faces and say with disbelief and a hint of awe, something to the effect that they would like to do that, too.
What struck me is not that everyone wants to become a gypsy, rather that there is something about radically changing the paradigms of one’s life that brings the truly important things into sharp, clear focus. People resonated at a soul yearning level with the potentially heart pounding experience of stepping off a cliff and flying into their own destiny, whatever that might be.
The title for this blog, “The Blank Book Chronicles” came to me while I was living in a one-room cabin in the high desert of Arizona back in January. Life, after raising a son, selling a home and completing long term employment commitments was a blank book of unwritten possibilities.
Everywhere I turn, there are reminders to stay present (an ongoing process), to acknowledge what is (and find the peace in that), to enjoy the kinship with all whom I meet and to listen to that “still, small voice” within.
This blog is dedicated to the sharing of moments when what is experienced on the inside is the same as what is on the outside, whether it be through travel, the immense and powerful Oneness experienced in Nature, or the dropping away of appearances that allow for heartfelt connections with fellow human beings.
I am so thankful for this technological opportunity to share the journey and look forward to hearing from you. As a friend said recently, "May the forest be with you!" Emily
©Emily A. Easton 2008
