Attending the Lakeshore Retreat was such a great time. Met some new folks and had a great time meeting new folks. But, of course, catching up with my friends from Seattle and Vancouver is always a delight.
The best part about traveling to destinations to spend time with other folks that I meet on this journey is that I have an opportunity to get see where people live, and know them on a more intimate level. Spending the evening in someone’s home and then drinking coffee and chatting is so much more relaxing, and even exciting to me – than seeing sights or landmarks.
Sure, I long to see things I’ve not seen before – like the Statue of Liberty and such. But, the truth is – Lady Liberty isn’t likely to be happy to see me return. Nor, is she particularly welcoming. Not like I experienced this weekend in Orange County, CA with the folks I met.
Spending the weekend in Laguna Beach with folks like Val and Tracy (who were so gracious and allowed me to stay in their home the first night) is part of the many little highlights – that ultimately – make up a life.
My life is comprised of many of these little highlights. meeting folks in Laguna Beach, Vancouver, Seattle, Miami, St. Louis, Kansas City, Phoenix, Omaha, SF, San Jose, Detroit, Houston, Sacramento – everywhere provides me an opportunity to meet many people.
Some of my friends, give me shit regarding my number of alleged friends on Facebook. But, being in recovery for 27+ years, and traveling the United States to meet people has afforded me the opportunity to say howdy and make friends everywhere. Nothing so much that I’ve done in life has made me feel as connected and filled my life with a purpose and provided me a sense of accomplishment.
I suppose if I spent less time traveling, and focusing on continuing to maintain and expand my recovery circle, I could have accomplished different things. Perhaps I’d have a degree. Maybe I’d have children. Perhaps I would have amassed more material wealth – or some other noteworthy success. But in my quest these last three years to have God reveal to me the meaning of the word “enough”, I’ve been blessed to know that even without these measures of success – I have enough.
It has helped me tremendously let go of envy that I sometimes experience when I measure myself against my peers and others, seeing what they have in their lives brings them happiness – and for that, I should merely share that happiness and allow it to be “enough”.
The truth is, I have a tremendous measurement of success. Albeit, it is measured in different ways. I am confident that the pursuits I have in my life of getting to know people, sharing with others, continuing to develop the relationships I have is what is right – for me. It is allowing me to exhale these days, look at my life, and recognize in every sense of the word, I am blessed, I’m rich, and I truly have “enough”.
I’m back. Returned home from California on Sunday night. It was a great trip and I certainly enjoyed seeing the family.
I particularly enjoyed my car trip with my Mom, Esther, through the Central Valley to Turlock to visit her cousin Lupe. We had a nice conversation and I learned so much about the family. Be on the look out in a future posting about the information I gathered.
I hope your New Year was amazing and I look forward to the possibility of seeing you this coming year.
Welcome to the 2011 Version of my new blog. I was continuing to have difficulties with Blogspot – so I made a move over to wordpress. It was necessary but still hard as I had a number of blogs on the old site, but thankfully it appears everything moved over successfully.
I hope I remain on this site for the foreseeable future. Thank you for your patience in sticking with me. Or, if you just found me – here I am!
I Finally figured out what it was!
I wasn’t sure. It ran out in front of the truck a few weeks ago when I was driving from San Antonio to Austin. I had to pull over to the side of the road, because it scared me so bad I had to clutch myself.
Now – things have run in front of my vehicle before – Jack Rabbits, possums, skunks, racoons, snakes (althought not technically “running”) squirrels, rats, dogs, cats, small children, even an armadillo. (oh and a stray gator in Louisiana).
But because I didn’t know what this thing was – I was a little shaken.
Then, I was having lunch with another California transplant who was telling a horrendous story about how his dog killed one of these things. He didn’t know what it was either. It kinda looked like a wild boar. Turns out it’s not even a swine relative at all. A neighbor told him.. “yep. that’s a hav-ah-leen-ah” (you know. in that slowish texas drawl).
Well, he didn’t know what to do with it either. In Sacramento – I don’t know I’ve ever had a dead Javalina in the front yard – stinkin up the place. (Apparently – they smell way before they’re dead).
So my California-transplant friend called around to find out what one does when one has a dead Peccary fertilizing the lawn. It appears from our fine folks at animal control – or the Texas equivalent of – that what ya need isn’t an animal control professional. What ya need – is a buzzard.
Now, I’ve seen these. When driving down a back road through hill country with the top down, you occassionally see them circling. You can even see them take flight from the road – which is a warning that there’s one of them there Peccarys or armadillo’s that didn’t dodge a pickup truck fast enough. They are big birds! And ugly.
Sure enough my California-transplant friend waited and after a few days, like a prophecy spelled out ona Ouja board, the buzzards came! In just a days time, no carcass left! So – there ya go. For all of my friends in California who wouldn’t know what to do if a Javalina was in your yard or what one even is – consider yourself educated.