Long ago I learned that life has a karmic balance, even among one individuals lifespan. It’s not as simple an ethos as for every year of good times you get a year of bad. No, life, nature and reality just isn’t that neat. Nature makes mud, men make soap; nature makes bumpy, obtuse and rounded shapes, men make right angles.
When we first began our wonderful new life on the road the setbacks came in by the barrelfull. Our transmission caught fire only to be replaced by a faulty tranny, setting us back a month. Then some medical problems prevented us from leaving, another setback. After that, it was nothing but good times and open roads for the next six months.
Then I started to notice a bit of complacency about our travels. Even with the wonderful adventure that nonstop travel, seeing a new sunrise in a new town every week, meeting traveling circus hippies, loving welcoming families and every other sort of fellow gypsy, I was getting bored.
It’s so easy to take things for granted, to get used to something, as grand as it can be, so that you don’t see the stars right above you.
Three weeks ago I had a pain in my stomach, which turned out to be a case of appendicitis, which got infected. I’m still recovering, but nearly better. Another week or so and I should be back on the road, all bike rides and urban hiking.
All in all though, while I’ve been watching the leaves green, the swimsuits and bicycle kids on their way to swim in the local springs, I’ve realized just how good and precious life can be. It’s easy to get bored when things are good, but remember that rivers flow where the mountains let them, and you never know if it’s a placid lake or a waterfall around the bend.