When the sea lion surfaced again, I swear it had a smile on its face. He took a long breath, cast a furtive glance at my approaching boat, and disappeared below the surface. I never saw it again. The peace of another daily miracle washed over me.
I haven’t written much lately. One reason is lack of time. Between my job and freelancing and building a shed on Decatur Island, my raw creative free time has been severely attenuated. However, I have had enough time to enjoy some grade ‘A’ blog writing by Andy Cross, Emily Greenberg, and Carrot Quinn.The other big reason I haven’t written much is because I don’t know what to write about. Instead of a righteous passion that I channel into written words, I feel the empty void of indecision. I feel out of touch. Disconnected. Aloof.
To be perfectly honest, I started this blog out of frustration. It was self help. It was my way to identify and crystallize the frustrations in my life; all the subtle contradictions in modern life that kept me from finding peace. Over the last four years I worked through all my issues. I didn’t so much conquer my demons, as embrace them. I’ve accepted my mortality, limitations, and baggage. I found my contours of enough. And my whole process is documented here on the blog.
So what does one write about when they are content with life? Zen masters make poor storybook characters. Peace is deliciously boring.
What do you, dear reader, want to hear about?
I feel so out of touch with the rest of the world. It’s not surprising. I don’t watch TV or listing to the radio. I spend the majority of my time away from land or on a remote island. I’ve tried my best to shun the noisy circus that has become the presidential election.
The few glimpses I let myself take of ‘normal’ people doing ‘normal’ things are full of petty consumerism, superficial gossip, and everything I’ve moved out to the islands to avoid. It’s true what Thoreau said: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” I know, I was one of them. But no more. How can my life lessons help others?
I have a bookmark list I keep of podcasts and documentaries for the rare occasions that I have both free time and a high-bandwidth internet connection. I had this great documentary bookmarked for a while and just got around to watching it.
The spirit of what those people are doing is exactly what I’m trying to achieve with my property on Decatur Island. I’m following the tenants of true wealth. I dove head first into the tight-knit island community and have been awed by the benevolence and like-mindedness of the hardy residents that I’ve interacted with so far.
The funny thing is that there is very little uncertainty in my mind about homesteading my bare piece of land. I keep expecting it to creep up on me, but the shed will be done soon and the property has been mowed back into submission. Whether it’s building a log cabin or a solar power system, it’s all stuff I’ve done before. I have so much to teach, but no one to teach it to.
So I ask again: What do you, dear reader, want to hear about?