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I love it when I can make a title out of nothing but song titles. Yes, the rumour is true: we're moving to Wisconsin. (The reason you haven't heard the rumour is because I'm starting it now.) New Jersey is beautifully sunny. The friends we've made here are connected at our core. But we just can't afford it. Moving into [...] I miss the big comfy chair where I used to fall asleep meditating every night. Continue reading Things I Miss in My Nomad Life  In the movies, when the long-lost father/mother/brother/sister/whatever crosses paths with their kin, directors show us the visceral connection. Look in their eyes; they know something just happened. Nice for story lines, but no connection to reality. On November 11th, 2011 join us for a book release party of epic proportions. Epic because of the 6/6—we'll be celebrating the release of 6 books in 6 months. On November 11th, 2011 join us for a book release party of epic proportions. Epic because of the 6/6—we'll be celebrating the release of 6 books in 6 months.  I wrote that the most important thing you find when you travel is yourself. (What I said literally was the real challenges are inside us; the journey simply exposes them.) I could write about the amazing changes in Fiona (as the 7th child, I know what to expect and she's exceeded it exponentially.) I could write about how Sue has relaxed, has developed her faith, has deepened my belief in her undying unconditional love. But I'll just write about me, okay? One year ago today this blog was launched, though it wasn't named Canfield of Dreams until a few days later. We had made the decision to at least experiment with going nomad. That, or just going mad. From a quick review of our recent posts, it seems that although we are indeed mad, it's a good [...] One year ago today, perhaps one year ago this moment, I looked up from my tea and said, "It sure would be cheaper to live if we didn't have a house to take care of." And the other responsible mature adult in the family, rather than laughing at my insanity or rolling her eyes at my [...] I wrote about how this is the real beginning but didn't explicitly congratulate myself and my family. Go, us! It does feel like we're barely warming up. We're just starting to sort out this whole house-sitting thing. I still worry every time I have to pack the van that this time it won't all fit. I still see [...] Tehachipi dusted with snow. A field full of jumbo jets in Mojave. The almost comically hard snow line above the desert. Our first night sleeping in a Walmart parking lot. If our trip had gone as planned we would have missed all this. We would never have planned a trip which included being stuck in Bakersfield [...] |
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