Minimalism
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Breaking my Amazon Prime Addiction
The title of this article probably hit a cord with some of you reading this. Because Amazon Prime has made shopping extremely convenient and we don’t have to leave the comfort of our home. We can order anything from food to electronics and it normally arrives within two days.
When you are a busy, working individual, this is incredibly appealing. You also have the benefits of reviews, to see how other “purchasers” feel about their purchase. We have the option of choosing only the products that are available on Prime, and we can choose only 4-5 star reviewed products. It is like we have all these friends who are telling us, “yes I loved that gadget,” to “don’t waste your money.”
When I hit the road on my “Flying Solo” journey, I knew I would have to take a break from Amazon Prime, but did I ever give it a good final run before leaving. I bought just about everything I needed from my Coleman Cook stove to my Igloo fridge. I bought extra batteries, battery operated lanterns, solar chargers and special gadgets to make my trip, more comfortable. Some things worked out and others were in the category of “don’t waste your money.” In the end, it was more positive than negative, which is why I continued to remain addicted.
The Amazon delivery trucks visited my home in Arizona, almost daily. There was always something I needed. But as I was getting ready to go on my journey, I had to assess the difference between what I actually needed and what was just feeding my addiction. I actually had a bit of anxiety as I realized I didn’t have two days left to place any last-minute orders.
The “wake up” call came when my Quickbooks program revealed that I had over $6,000 dollars worth of Amazon purchases last year. Some people would say that was low. I purchased a new computer and various business necessities, but it was a reality check for me. I had to ask the question “how much of this do I actually need and how much is just filling a gap?”
As I pulled out on my “Flying Solo” journey, I actually had far more packed in my Van than I needed. I was ready to start throwing things out the window, or giving them away. Instead, I reorganized and made what I was actually using or wearing on a daily basis more easily accessible. The moral of that story….”next time pack lighter.” More space, less stuff, has become my new motto.
It takes approximately thirty days to break a habit, or form a new one. If this is truly the case, then thirty days into my trip, my habit was changed. This was a great benefit of the journey. I was no longer addicted to Amazon Prime, because I no longer had access to my drug. Sure, I could find a friend or family member where I could order while visiting and the merchandise would arrive during my visit. I did think of that. But I didn’t follow through. It seemed rather ridiculous. After the first thirty days, I could see just how ridiculous it was.
Lack of availability of one’s drug, makes it so much easier to break an addiction.
Okay, so now I am going to get really honest. I work with addictions! I know what it is to be so addicted to something or someone, our ability to function in the world is slim to none. I have had a severe eating disorder and also the same addiction to an ex-narcissistic partner that most people experience in this situation. My Amazon Prime addiction was nothing like that. Once I left my house, I didn’t really think about it, unless I felt I needed something, I normally ordered through Prime. So, it was really more a habit than an addiction. A habit becomes an addiction when our life becomes unbalanced and unmanageable as a result and we lose healthy functioning. This happens a lot with Computer/Internet/Cellphone addiction.
Another benefit of my Flying Solo journey is that I have spent far less time on the computer and Internet. It was so easy, in the evening, to just plug in and tune out the world as I watched youtube video’s and read interesting articles. When I don’t have electricity or Internet, which was frequent on this trip, the temptation is removed. As I said, lack of access to our addiction makes it much easier to stay away from it.
For me if Internet and electricity was truly an addiction, I would have had to plan my trip around locations where I had access. Sometimes this was important, such as on my work days. But I enjoyed being further out in nature where there was no signal. Where I am camping, while writing this article, I’m fourteen miles out of town, where there is no signal. I drive the 28 miles a day so that I can work. But I have gained a new appreciation for not always being “plugged in.” I appreciate the ability to “plug in” to nature and get fed from this powerful energy.
What will happen when I return home and have all the conveniences of Internet, electricity, a large clothing closet and Amazon Prime? It is my hope, I will have learned from this journey and incorporate a much more minimalistic lifestyle. I hope to take my van often to natural places and just kick back and write.
I’ve taken to writing in my journal because it is always available and doesn’t require anything but a creative mind and a functional pen. I have to go through the inconvenience of transposing later, but this is okay, because it gives me the opportunity to refine and edit my writing.
Learning to be more minimalistic and “unplugged” is probably the greatest gift of this journey so far. It is something I can take with me.
Learn to be happy with less.
It is so ironic that as I write this, I am listening to Matt Kahn, a favorite spiritual teacher of mine, and he is talking about how too many options actually creates unhappiness. Wow!
Yes, I am writing and listening at the same time. Multi-tasking. But so interesting how the same lessons come to us from all directions, when it is time to learn them.
I am an eager student of life and so very grateful for these lessons; the lessons that make my life richer, deeper and more spiritually connected. Some lessons are easier to learn and others much more difficult, but they all are valuable, nevertheless.
And so the journey continues…..
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Back on the Road Again
After two weeks visiting family and taking a break from van life, I am back on the road again. I made my way to the Oregon Coast and slowly moving along the coast enjoying amazing views out of the back of my van.
In between Depot Bay and Newport is a great place to see the humpback whales. I had a favorite spot to park my van during the day and for sunsets, where I saw several whales quite close to shore. This area had deeper waters close to shore and didn’t have a beach. I was unable to get a picture because the whales only surfaced very short periods of time and went right back under the water. So I borrowed a photo as a reminder of this amazing experience. I was able to identify where the whales were by the spouting.
This leg of the journey seems to be more about writing and reflection and less about hiking and activity. I’ve spent long hours curled up in the back of my van with my journal writing down my inner reflections and the wisdom of higher guidance.
The coast is quite cool, compared to other places I’ve been and the wind has been very strong. The cool temperatures inspire going into my Van Cave, to break the wind. I often have the doors open, depending on which direction the wind is blowing. I feel fortunate that my little condo on wheels has seen some amazing views.
My first night at the beach, I had another encounter with a young man, twenty something, I would guess. I went to a Thai Restaurant to get “take out” and this bright, happy young man greeted me with a big “HI” as I walked in the door. Just like the experience at Birch Bay, I was taken a bit by surprise and I asked him if he worked there. He said, “No, I just like the food.” I sat down next to him and we had a great talk about “living in vehicles,” and music. We were both musicians and were currently living in our vehicles. Within minutes we were talking like two old friends and passed the time as I ordered and waited for my food. Joshua shared his music with me and I shared a bit of mine with him. We said our goodbyes and parted ways. I enjoyed my Thai food at my favorite bluff, as I watched the glorious sunset. (If you are reading this Joshua, this is me saying hi and thank you for your kindness.)
There was a very beautiful, majestic cloud formation in the sky that night.
Sometimes along the road of life, we have the opportunity to experience the random kindness of strangers, who are really “friends in disguise.” It is as if “light recognizes light” and “love recognizes love.” Just this morning, prior to sitting down to write this post, a stranger bought my coffee. The coffee house preferred cash to credit and I didn’t have anything smaller than a hundred, which they couldn’t break. I went to grab my debit card and the man behind me in line paid for my coffee. Of course, this felt amazing and I had a smile on my face that seemed to be contagious as I became aware of others smiling at me. Smiles are so infectious. We need to use them more often.
Have you ever seen the video where someone on a commuter train started laughing. The laughter was contagious and all the solemn faces on the train just couldn’t contain their smiles. Everybody on the train was laughing within a short time and people were getting on the train to this overwhelming presence of happiness and laughter. They couldn’t help but to join in. People were getting off the train with big smiles on their faces.
We have such power to affect others positively with just a warm heart, a kind smile and a caring act. If each morning when we wake up we can ask the question “how can I grow in greater love today?” We will be guided and given opportunities to let our love light shine.
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Break From Van Life
After traveling in my van and sleeping exclusively in my van for over two months, I parked the van at my sister’s new house and spent a week in their guest room. It was nice to stretch out and spread out a bit. I enjoyed cooking in her new kitchen and spending time with my sisters family. We had a very relaxing time.
One of the highlights of my week in this area was the hike around Mount Rainier. My niece took me on a beautiful hike up at the base of Mount Rainier and we had a really great time. The above video shows some of the amazing scenery.
I also spent time with my two nephews and my youngest nephews two children. Such a beautiful, kind, and welcoming family.
After that I went to visit my aunt and uncle, just a couple hours from my sisters and then drove via Hwy 101 to Oregon. I stayed in my van one night and then went to my parents home near Portland for another week.
Although it is nice, and convenient to stay in a house, I am looking forward to getting back out on the road in my little sleeping pod on wheels.
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Independence in Whitefish
It was perfect to arrive in Whitefish, Montana for the fourth of July, right after a big rain. Everything was fresh and clean and there wasn’t the concern about having fireworks they had in the Southwest.
My fourth of July was a great day. The weather cleared up overnight and we had a beautiful sunny day. I drove along Lake Whitefish to explore and found myself at a trailhead towards the end of the lake. Everyday is always a little bit better after having had a hike so I assembled my pack, grabbed my walking stick and headed out on the trail. There were a group of three women hiking right n front of me at a good pace and I just followed along. Soon they invited me to join them and we struck up a conversation, finding we had a lot in common in the area of exploring self love and spirituality.
We walked the two and a half miles to a beautiful little mountain lake and rested a while before making the trek back. It was such a nice surprise to meet these beautiful women and spend this time with them. Meeting new friends along the way is always a highlight of the journey
When I returned to camp, I cooked up some stir fry and quinoa for dinner and decided I would go to the City Park, on the lake, for the fireworks. The City had closed down several roads leading to the park and encouraged people to bike or walk. I got there early enough to find a place to park a few blocks away. I grabbed my low rise folding chair and walked the half mile to the beach. I positioned myself near the musician that was setting up to play and settled in for a long night of waiting for dark.
I realized this was probably the first time I have ever gone to a fireworks show alone. Yet on my “flying solo” journey I am doing most everything alone, most the time. I am always grateful for those moments where I connect with others, but the greatest goal is to connect with myself.
I reached out to a friend in Bellingham whom I spent the fourth of July with two years ago, and told her I was thinking about her. She said she was thinking about me too. She was my host for the airbnb I rented for five weeks a couple years back and we became great friends. I told her I hoped to make it her way this summer and would love to see her. It was nice to connect.
After the fireworks, everyone from the beach got up and headed out to find their vehicles. It was good the roads were closed to traffic because the crowds took up the whole road moving out of there. I knew it would be gridlock traffic trying to get out, so when I got to my van, I crawled into the back, fired up my hotspot and watched a Matt Kahn video. It was a long video, over an hour, and by the time I was nearing the end, the traffic had completely cleared out. I drove back to camp, ten minutes away with barely a soul on the road. It was after midnight and I was grateful to crawl back in my cozy van bed and call it a night.
Quinoa Stir Fry
Another quick, easy, healthy Recipe by Kaleah
For this dish, I just cut up some sweet potatoes, red onions, and mini bell peppers. I sauteed the sweet potatoes until soft and added in the onions and peppers. Meanwhile I cooked up a batch of quinoa on the other burner. I added tamari, turmeric, chipoltle seasoning, and pepper. I added the cooked veggies over the quinoa and “dinner is served.” Prep time, about twenty minutes, as the taters and quinoa both take about twenty minutes to cook.
Keep in mind that I use what I have. If I had zucchini and mushrooms, I would have added them as well. Any veggies you like can be added. The next day I had some broccoli and mushrooms, so I used the leftover quinoa and cooked up red onions, peppers, broccoli and mushrooms. Another awesome meal.
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Smoke Signals
There is something about the feel of the wheels going round and round as everything I’ve just experienced is in my rear view mirror. There is something about the prospect of a new adventure, going places I’ve never been before. There is something about the feel of following the call of “the voice within” that leads me to new destinations and powerful new experiences.
I woke up in a Durango campground after spending another Thursday evening enjoying the night life in Durango, which included Thursday concerts in the park. I had driven the long, windy, mountain road from Durango to Silverton in the dark, several times now and didn’t feel I should push my luck. I opted to stay. In the morning the air was thick with smoke from the forest fires. Evidently the firefighters decided to fight fire with fire and had started several small fires to manage the big one. I ran some errands and headed back to Silverton, hoping the air would be clean there. As I descended into Silverton there was a thick layer of smoke, resting on the small community like a heavy fog. That was my smoke signal. That was my sign. It was time to go!
It took about an hour to get my camp in Silverton packed up and I pulled out around 3pm, heading over the big mountain to Ouray and Ridgeway. I found a beautiful campsite at the Ridgeway State Park, just outside of Ridgeway, perched above a large lake. Fourth of July week was upon us and campers were out in full swing. Getting a campspot was a challenge.
There was a sadness in my heart, leaving behind the place I had grown to love so much, and the people I met there, but the signs couldn’t have been any more clear to me. It was time to move on.
My next destination was Carbondale, Glennwood Springs and Aspen, all located in the same area. I had been to these places before and remembered their raw beauty, with jagged mountain peaks stretching up into the sky and lush green valleys down below. In some places there were red rock formations like Sedona, mostly in Redstone and Glennwood Springs. Finding camping was a challenge, but I settled for another commercial campground perched over a river and the freeway. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a safe place to park for the night. I enjoyed a concert at the river park in the evening and a pint of “So Delicious” non dairy ice cream; something I didn’t have very often.
The next morning I packed up camp and headed to Aspen. All camp spots were full for days to come. That was the case in Carbondale and Redstone as well. Aspen was crawling with tourists and bumper to bumper traffic. I didn’t feel to stop and walk around the town. I wasn’t in the mood to shop for overpriced touristy items and I didn’t want anymore coffee. I kept driving back down the mountain to Basalt where they were having a Sunday Market. I ran into my friend Hinton, from Sedona, who I also ran into in Taos, New Mexico. Like me, he was living in his Van, only it was a full time venture for him. We enjoyed reconnecting, catching up and spending a bit of time together before I continued on my journey.
Since I had no place to camp, it felt time to continue on down the road. I didn’t want to go to any of the heavier populated area’s in Colorado, so it was time to leave the state and head to my beloved Northwest. I was born in Anacortes, Washington, the Gateway to the San Juan Islands. I had explored much of the Northwest already, but it was still home to me, and I always loved returning. Going from the Southwest to the Northwest was a long drive of several days. Since it was Sunday and I worked on Monday, I would have to stop somewhere to take clients. Fortunately it was a light week, because it was a Holiday, so I cleared the spaces on my Calendar that weren’t yet booked to give me more travel time.
I didn’t pull out until 3pm, once again, and arrived in Brigham City, Utah at nightfall, finding a trusty KOA campground to park for the night. My first client wasn’t until 11:30 Mountain time the next day, so I got an early start and made it to Pocatello, Idaho, got an oil and transmission fluid change, a Starbucks, and settled in at a local park to begin my work day. I had a several hour break in the afternoon as a client failed to show for her appointment, so I drove to Idaho Falls, and settled in at the river park overlooking the falls for my next two clients. I found a Natural Grocers in Idaho Falls to stock up on my favorite traveling foods between sessions, gassed up the car and pulled out after my last session at 7pm. I drove until nightfall and found a free camping area in a small Montana town, about a half hour from Butte, Montana. My destination was Whitefish, Montana for the fourth of July.
When I arrived in Whitefish, it was pouring rain. Such a contrast from the dry, tinderbox of Colorado. Whitefish embraced me with one of its few remaining tent sites to park my van. It was a blessing to be welcomed in this way. As the rain poured down, I nestled into Red Raven (my minivan) with my journal, grateful for the warm, dry place I called home.