Before we left for our Canadian road trip, I was curious what kind of growth would emerge. We definitely expected to have some clarity on whether we might want to live there in the future and I think there’s potential for sure, though we’re still getting our feet back under us here in Thailand where we’ll be for the next 10 months. We also had an idea of how much Cam would change between 9 months old when we left and almost a year old when we got back. And I suspect I am more connected to the earth now since we spent a lot of time in nature. But the Most Improved Player on this trip is my social skills. As an Enneagram 4, Continue reading “MIP of our Road Trip: My Social Skills”
I’ve sweat more in the last two hours than the last two months combined. But I’m home. I got the scooter tuned up, topped up my Thai cell phone, got an hour of back massage and bought all the fruit I could carry. Cam is reunited with the neighbor’s dog so she is happy as can be. Tory is extending the travel with a work trip he left on immediately after our arrival so we are looking forward to settling in all together later this week.
Continue reading “Back Home.”
We finally broke through the persistent clouds and rain and had a bright sunny day on our Vancouver Island adventure. It was a transition day, which seems appropriate, but we weren’t moving far, so we slowly packed up in the morning and said goodbye to family who had joined us for the week. Then we had lunch at a farm-to-table restaurant (or table-on-farm because it was all right there) and hung out on their property for a little while, chatting with the farmers and locals and playing with Cam. The food was amazing and so fresh and the people were so passionate and friendly. Continue reading “A Little Sunshine Goes a Long Way”
It was a surreal moment: we were driving through fresh Canadian air surrounded by fog and century-old evergreens when we flipped on the radio just in time to catch this interview with Dr. Steven Davis, sharing the tough findings of his research on how consumption in the West actually results in the premature deaths of people in Asia and other global manufacturing hubs. This is real.
I spent the morning listening to a talk given by Franciscan friar, Richard Rohr. He eloquently explains that we are the product of hundreds of years of conditioning that teaches us to judge EVERYTHING based on “all or nothing” patterns of thought: I am right, you are wrong. We are in, they are out. This is truth, those are lies. The problem, Rohr explains, Continue reading “Is Scouting Just Judgment in Disguise?”
We’re halfway through our slow road trip across the west coast of Canada’s big island and it’s time for a little expectation adjustment. Everyone I’ve talked to over the last few weeks tells me it’s unseasonably cold in British Columbia this spring. We wanted to get a little insight into what the off-season might be like just so we’d have a realistic picture of life in the region if we moved here but we might be scaring ourselves off in the process! Continue reading “Sorry Nanaimo, it’s not you it’s me”
Our first venture on the island outside the charming city of Victoria was to OUR Ecovillage, 45 minutes north. We somehow got our wires crossed and thought the tour was at noon, so we planned to check out of our tiny house Saturday morning and head to the tour immediately after. At quarter to 9 that day, I looked it up again and realized the tour was actually at 10am. The benefits of a tiny house became apparent immediately as we started throwing packing our bags – there wasn’t that much room to spread out so packing was simplified. Still, we pulled up twenty-five minutes late to the tour and thankfully they let us just walk in and introduce ourselves since the large group that day was just wrapping up introductions. We walked in right behind a couple who missed the first ferry from Gabriola island – over lunch we got along so well that that we plan to meet up with them and see their place next week. Continue reading “Finding Real Things: OUR Ecovillage”
We visited Yarrow Ecovillage on a typical west coast rainy winter day and the community, like the bees, were huddled away in the hive. The diverse handful of people we did meet were everything from retirees who are busier than ever, to a young family who happened to be alumni of the same small college in Michigan as us!
Emma is a self-proclaimed introvert and regardless she described feeling like she just needed to say hello when she saw us leaving after our tour. We are very grateful she did! We now have friends in Yarrow. We met up with her and her husband Shane and their 6 month old son for coffee and it was a joy to find people that we could connect with so easily. We’re realizing that the people we meet are going to be the key to feeling (potentially) at home in each place we visit. We were able to connect quickly and talk about real things (like the challenge of economic diversity in an ecovillage that naturally has a high price tag) and they also gave us great insight into local life – like how they walk to the river and have community picnics in the summer, the good fishing nearby, and we shared laughs over the joys of raising chickens. Here’s a little recap of our experience and reflections on Yarrow Ecovillage:
If I were to ask my family, peers, and colleagues about their version of the ideal life. I think many answers would sound something like this:
“I want to get to a place where I do not have to worry about money.”
I am pretty confident this is a common sentiment because this is has been my relationship to money for most of my life. I don’t think that I can say that anymore. Here is why: Continue reading “Rich to Poor in 24 hours”
While we’re looking for a place to put down roots, access to nature keeps coming up as an important piece for us. We want Camille to have spaces that feel wild and that she feels like she has independence and yet respect for a big world. She already seems to have an instinctual affinity for the natural world – pinecones and other treasures hold her attention much longer than bright toys.
I wouldn’t call myself exceptionally outdoorsy but I like do like to get outside. I really enjoy camping, climbing, snorkeling, and getting fresh air among other things. And I find God in creation. But what if I just don’t like nature that much? What if I’m a homebody who prefers to be indoors, warm, kind of clean, and buffered against what is natural? These are some of my fears as we look for a place to put down roots and we talk about our values for our future and our daughter. I recently read a book called Twelve by Twelve, about a normal guy who moves out of New York City and lives off grid instead. This summary doesn’t do the book justice but he discovers the ability to be more in harmony with God and the environment. This quote stuck out to me: Continue reading “What if I just don’t like Nature?”