Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Sitting wishing!

The gray skies of June have returned this morning, after 3 long, sunny summer days.  Often the sea fog will burn off by the afternoon and leave Arcatians to enjoy an evening of sun (sunset around 9:00).  Both Julie and I took our first ocean dip yesterday after soaking up massive warmth on the sunny beach.  I even got a little sun burn on my shins (my sweaters protected my upper body, luckily we did not need our wool hats, as the pacific coast is one big air conditioner).  

I have been joining friends and others for a pick-up game of ultimate frisbee on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays.  I have been trying to make it to every game as the workout is terrific.  Most who show up are league players, which means that the level of play is skilled and fast.  We do not yet have too many other regular events in our schedule.  We hope that employment is just around the corner, but so far our leads have been non-responsive.  We feel in a bit of a pickle about the monetary situation.  As we continue to go into debt living our lives, it becomes increasingly more challenging to stand on the sidelines of our unknown jobs and cheer.  We both have picked out some areas we might apply our skills should we be hired, and we have somewhat settled for the most immediate probability of employment for the most return on our efforts and yet our heart is not in it.  And of course the sour taste of the pickle (not that good pungent tang from great kimchi, more like a mushy cuke that has rotted in it’s dilly brine from some off element) is that we are wandering through our day bored of the “vacation.”  We often get comments about our journey like “living the dream,” and other such archetypal postulations.  Well, the “dream” can only truly relate to the dreamer, and while we are still free from major tie-downs in this physical world, we have come up against possibly our biggest fear.  

With all the pieces of urban life placed before us; clean beautiful apartments for rent, potluck dinners a few nights a week, available sauna, friends who love to have us around and join us on various activities, a small patch of soil to plant a garden, we feel ready to put down some roots and let the seed of our cross country journey sprout up.  We do ask the question, “if we did not need money so urgently would we keep traveling on, visiting other friends and family, neat places and other summer time splendor?”  I trust that our need has arisen out of our deep desire to “rest” awhile from the constant rolling along, to grow out the experiences of friends and community life.  We feel fortunate to have found Arcata and this section of the Pacific coast.  We are glad to be consciously making many of our decisions.  Having been here slightly less than 3 weeks, I try to find the grace of patience and let myself off the hook of worry.  As we both work through the challenge of opening our hearts, we are beginning to release the fear that we have too little money and that there are no jobs.  There is enough!  There is of course more than enough!  This is an infinite place (universe) with infinite potential of infinite possibilities!  And, if there is one thing that I trust, it is in the infinite love of all.  Infinity is such a vastness that my human mind will never be able to see into all the possibilities, yet I know that the impossibilities are not contradictory to my situation or potential.  As a matter-o-fact I pray that impossibilities enter miraculously into my experience.  

Having rambled on enough for now I just wanted to let you all know that we are experiencing a change in our life and as the landing here in Arcata, Ca continues to unfold I will keep you posted.  Love and light, Zach.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Solstice Blessings

Happy Solstice to all and welcome to the summer time!  

We arrive in Arcata for the summer! (Story told in reverse sequence.)

Dolores, Julie and I have all made it to Arcata, albeit at different times.  I have been here since vacationing with Jim, Greta, and Sarah among the sands and redwoods of this lovely coast.  The first week of June saw us camping at Patrick’s Point State Park and hiking along the Rim Trail and Agate Beach.  We all enjoyed the feasting of creative camp cooking usually over a drift wood fire.  I thoroughly enjoyed the companionship of good friends and their love and support.  This mini Vermont reunion was a special time and we were all sad to have Julie leave us.  She was tragically called to Louisiana and her family’s side as her father passed away from a heart attack.  She was able to spend the last few hours with him.  She bereaved this time with her siblings and mother.  After holding space in Slidell, Julie joined me and Dolores in Arcata.  

Dolores had only arrived one day before Julie and was still nursing a “cough” from the highlands of Mt. Shasta.  When I came to the coast with Jim and Greta in the fast, rented Nissan Altima, I had safely parked Big D (Dolores) curb side between 2 churches in Mt. Shasta.  The reasons for this are a series of decisions I had to make in the moment (like all choices are made).  Big D was not starting and running smoothly.  The path of least resistance showed itself to be, stay with my friends and leave Dolores to have her quite meditation on the mountain side among the pious.  When I returned to Dolores parked securely in the shade I took a long nap and then cranked her over for a rough start.  Not being able to keep her running I was just about to call my mechanic, Larry.  Then after one more smack on the Double Relay she started and ran smooth.  I test drove her: Success!  I stopped by all my friends houses to bid farewell. Still the van started. I was ready to drive; to go for the coast and my change of lifestyle.  Yet it was getting dark so when my friend, John, offered me a big soft bed after my shower I said yes.  

In the morning Dolores and I started beautifully in the early light.  We were on our  way to Arcata!  I did stop on the Trinity River to clean house: a few dishes, the carpets, pack up some of the vacation toys, a swim.  Just 2 days before I was riding by this emerald flow in a strangers truck headed up stream.  

To get myself from Arcata to Mt. Shasta I chose to hitch-hike.  Usually I think of hitching as a fun activity but this time I had been enjoying the vibe in Humboldt County and my new friends, the Dunning Family.  Making my own choices was easy with the freedom of the moment and living out of a backpack.  But the call to reclaim my life with Dolores and Julie compelled me to make the “swim” up stream to Mt. Shasta, 250 miles.  So one morning I stuck my thumb out next to the on ramp of the 101 N.  6 rides later I was 60 miles up canyon sitting on the side of the road wishing I had brought along more lunch.  At 7:00 pm I had avoided a torrential rainstorm and while I digested my salami and ice cream I was deciding between calling it a night and holding out for one last ride.  One last ride brought me into Redding with 15 minutes of light to get a ride out.  No dice and after I walked into the Safeway to get my dinner the skies let lose again.  Sleeping in a doorway that night I thought a lot about the safety of Dolores and the security of having a home to go to at night.  It rained all night that night in Redding.  I woke up early and tried to catch a ride with the early morning crowd.  After a few hours I was tired and ready to be where I wanted to be.  I called Julie in Slidell, and she found the Greyhound bus station on-line for me and a bus I could soon be on.  Yes!  I was soon on that bus, and not too long after I was taking that long nap in Dolores in the shade.  

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Vermonters descend on No. Cali


The last 2 weeks have really been a whirlwind of choices.  Some of the activities have focused us to serious actions.  Julie is in Slidell, LA with all her family and many friends gathering in love to remember her father, Vince Matranga, who passed away from this world on Sunday the 31st.  While Julie made that sad journey to Louisiana I have continued to visit with our vermont guests in the north of California.  Sarah, Greta, Jim, and I hiked around the state parks north of Arcata, CA.  Lots of wonderful times even though we were missing Julie.  We had a great bonfire for Vincent last night.  
I will be on my own in Arcata tomorrow and hope to jump into the new life I have here.  Let you know more soon.  Love zach.