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Ready to Move on

Posted by admin on 01/13/12  ~  Posted in: Westport

Well it?s been something like three weeks since my last post so lots to catch up on.  Life continues to be a whirlwind of activities keeping us busy constantly; writing, regretfully, has been on the back burner.  We had a great Christmas, making the traditional D?Onofrio feast of Ravioli, this year gluten and dairy free.  We also gorged on way-too-much animal product for breakfast which included, fried potatoes, eggs, bacon, turkey sausage, fried tomatoes and toast.  Delicious and certainly not sustainable ? bellies very full indeed.  My parents came to visit just after Christmas for several days.  We all had a wonderful time checking out the sights in Mendocino County, strolling the beaches, just hanging out.  They?re departure hit both Shan and I hard; it was the first time we?ve seen friends or family alike since our departure.  After spending nearly a week with them, it was back to just the two of us.

For me, it was also a plunge into a short bout of despair ? my parents had left, we had a van on the verge of undriveable breakdown in need of some $450 in repair work, and we had no money.  Things weren?t looking up.  I spent the next day or two with a dark cloud over my head; what the hell were we going to do?  It was then that Shannon really helped lift me out of the pits and remind me that we were ok, that our needs would be met, one way or another.  And sure as shit, they were.  In fact, the 180 degree turn I experienced has left my head spinning, and my heart open and light.  Let me explain.

Just as Shan?s words of encouragement were starting to settle in, as I let go of the fear, we went to the post office to get our mail.  Low and behold, Shan?s mom had sent us a check for a significant amount of money for Christmas ? WAY more than we could have imagined.  We immediately called her in astonished disbelief; there must be some mistake.  But no, there was no mistake.  Talona had simply found it in her heart to just add an extra zero at the end of the check, it was God?s will, she said.  Shan and I just sat and looked at each other for a while, trying to let the relief permeate our (mostly my) hardened crust of fear and anxiety.  As it did, I felt the weight of the world lift.  Not because of the check itself, but because Shan was right, things would, and always will be ok.  The universe provides.  A fear that has been with me all my life began to dissipate, the fear of scarcity, going without.  I began to realize that I would always have enough, always.

That afternoon, as we walked down the beach, my heart open and happy, we bumped into a couple fishermen and chatted for a few.  They seemed like good chaps, in their autumn years and wise beyond their age.  We met them back at the parking lot and shared a drink.  As it turns out, one of them was a noteworthy environmentalist, having served the UN, travelled the world extensively, worked with the likes of David Suzuki and Mother Teresa, and earned three Emmys for his numerous nature shows spanning a decade or so.  We talked for a couple hours and learned about each other?s existence on this planet, from the profound to the mundane, although more the former than the latter.  Finally, after some great conversation, they headed back home to Huntington Beach, some eight hours south.  We agreed to keep in touch and knew we be talking again.

One thing that really sunk in during our conversation was this gentleman?s insistence that in life, we must ask for what we want.  I?ll get into this more at a later date, but I bring this up because we had to find a mechanic to work on our van, without charging us American currency and I intended to ask for just that.

Long story short, we found the best mechanic in town, Trevor of Mendocino Coast European, specializing in, among other makes, VWs.  He had in fact, travelled the country with his wife in a VW van years ago.  Trevor, like any truly great mechanic, not only knows his stuff forwards and backwards, he?s also a downright great guy.  We told him what we wanted; him, to fix our van, in exchange for work of some sort.  He agreed that if I could get the engine ripped apart (using some of his tools, catchment tanks, etc.) he would drill out the broken bolt in the engine block and rethread it, in exchange for some work around his shop.  Shan and I came back several days later with bolts and gaskets, motor oil and work clothes in hand, and spent the day outside his shop dismantling, drilling, and reassembling the van.  It was finally back together, oil changed, and coolant bled just before 10 PM, in time to eat the delicious Indian food Shannon had prepared, and go to sleep.  We were exhausted.

We woke early and began cleaning Trevor?s shop around 8:00.  We spent a few hours scrubbing grease off barrels, tanks, walls and floors.  Shannon had also cleaned the bathroom the day before, which now glistened as I?m sure it hasn?t, and won?t again, for some time.  When a decent chunk of work had been done, oil drums glistening with a slick sheen of crude in the sunlight, we all agreed our debt had been repaid.  We spent some time chatting with Trevor and his wife Angela, and meeting their two-year-old daughter Mya.  A great family for sure, we could have spent hours conversing.  Alas we all had places to be so we parted ways with a handshake and a smile.  Thanks Trevor, we won?t forget you and we really appreciate all the hard work ? it?s easy to understand why you?re slammed, I wouldn?t take my car anywhere else either.

So now, our time has come to leave this place.  We?re waiting on one last item Shannon ordered online to arrive at the post office, then we?ll be heading south, to meet up with the gentleman we met on the beach, a dinner penciled in for ?whenever we get there?.  What fate holds for us is, as always, completely unknown.  But one thing is certain, I?m learning what it means to have faith.  We?re calling forth our future, and we?re shedding our fears.  Money is becoming less and less important, our fulfillment more and more frequent.  We?re learning rapidly.  We?re breaking out.  We?re preparing for liftoff.  We?re getting what we want.  Oh, and we?ve got a sizeable project in the works with huge progress already made.  Stay tuned.