This is a question, sometimes spoken, sometimes projected onto others as they walk into our 30-foot long, 16-year-old motor home. It is not what you would expect for a couple who have lived most of their lives in rental houses with three or more bedrooms and usually two full bathrooms. My response, “How could I not live this way?’
This morning as I watch the colors of the sunrise play through the clouds outside my window, I think of the billions of other people who share this sunrise experience with me every day. Some step out of high-rise apartment buildings onto busy city streets, rushing to get to work early and get a head start of the day. The lucky ones take a moment to look up at the sky before being sequestered for the day in a building that controls both temperature and light.
Others, emerge from under tin lean-tos or out of huts built with branches and scrap. Some come out of tents in refugee villages or climb out of wonderfully warm sleeping bags along the Pacific Crest Trail. These first moments of the day, when the night darkness is giving way to the light of the day, are a sacred passage open to us all.
My living situation is wonderful luxury in comparison to the lives of the vast majority of human beings on this planet. It is compact, but solid and warm. I have electricity, a water supply and simple furnishings. I have the extra comfort of the cabin nearby, with a fireplace and kitchen, a wonderful man for companionship and a shower with hot water.
I am more fortunate than those who live in the noise, confusion, pollution and stress of large cities. I do not have to work long hours at a job that numbs my mind and steals my inner purpose. I am not a slave to a mortgage, a student loan, or even credit card debt. I can walk out my door, onto an open piece of land with wonderful views and a wealth of living trees, grasses and creatures. I can step immediately into my place within this tiny corner of the web of life and feel at home.
I am more fortunate than those who are struggling for survival each day and those who have been forced from their homelands and families. I have healthy food to eat, a car for transportation when needed, and all the clothing and warm layers needed for the winter. Nothing is in the way of me opening my heart and allowing my deepest gifts to emerge.
If I live here, in this simple home, I reduce my contribution to system which is destroying the balance of the planetary environment. Even more important, I am free to experience connection with all living beings. Loving all of the creative expressions of nature and all of the forms taken by the Life of this world becomes my primary work. It is from this love and the relationships I form with land, water, air, fire and spirit that my way of living emerges. This is not keeping mental rules, but a visceral response of gratitude for being within this amazing expression of Sacred Love, Life and Light.
I am deeply grateful for my home of wheels. I am grateful for my life on this land. I am grateful for the call within my heart to find my appropriate place within the energy dance of this beautiful planet.
How can I live this way? With Joy.