Sleeping outdoors on the beach has its draw backs...
I will tell you about the bugs soon.
It's not as comfortable as being at home....
But there is something about living more simply and primitive that moves me...
I become more grateful and more ambitious.
Grateful for Mr. Sealy and whoever else perfected the mattress. ..
For electricity... though I don't miss it much.
For our cold home in the summer and our warm home in the winter.
For the very comfortable lives we live... we go comfort in our beds, to comfort in our kitchens, to comfort in our cars, to comfort at work...
We live such amazingly comfortable and plentiful livea...
And we take it so often for granted...
So much of it...
The comfort that we live in takes us in one of two directions....
The expectation that we deserve it, and thus deserve even more...
Or, the realization of our great fortune and the desire and responsibility to leverage our great comfort into a meaningful existence.
I am so torn while I camp...
Part of me wants to achieve more and more quickly... fighting the disharmony of I should have achieved it already... a beach home for the kids.... more time on the water... more time together...
The other part of me is so full of gratitude... I live such a fortunate existence and I have done OK for myself... and the ride is not over.
I admire my sons and I wonder have I lit the fire inside of them brightly enough... .
Will they take this all for granted or will they feel the need to better themselves and their world around them leveraging our great comfort.
Harmony tells me.... I can't control them... they will be their own men. They will decide whether or not to take their sons camping... they will decide to embrace gratitude... find meaning.... or not so much...
All I can do is love them and share with them my struggles.... my queations... my comfort...
And that is all I can do in the c smartest way possible in every moment...
Finding their harmony is their reaponsibility... their puzzle to answer...
My job is to try as hard as I can to seed the queations...
It's 5 am... I have a fire burning... a storm is coming... the bugs and my sons are resting...
I hear the ocean...
It's going to be a good day...
I am so very grateful...
And, my fire is as lit as ever...
Harmony and Disharmony always at my fingertips...
I hope my fire someday burns away my wishing...
And leaves me alone with my IS
Inspired only by my want...
Maybe that's the place called heaven.
For now, seize the next moment...
Grateful for comfort and for the inventors of DEET!
YOURS BY THE FIRE OF HARMONY,
Nestoe