Astral Nomads

One man, one woman, one rabbit......traveling with the stars.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Plunging into Wanderlust

Two years after the inception of the dream, the Eurovan
arrives tomorrow. So I've had two years to mull and mulling
is one of the things I do best. I've been around the block
enough to know that there can often be a ginormous gap between
a fantasy and the realization of that fantasy:

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow*

So if you think I haven't, on occassion, concluded that
this whole idea is insane or felt the fears of leaving it all
behind, think again. I suspect that the desire to chuck
it all is universal, but to actually do it requires either
an act of courage or, perhaps, extremely uninformed


But somehow the road is calling. There is enough evidence
of the journey as metaphor in world myth and literature for
me to conclude that wanderlust is, also, universal. I don't
suspect that it is necessarily a search for something, which
implies an arrival at some point of certainty, as it is the call of the
journey into the unknown itself. Besides, I no longer believe in a
certainty that can be expressed in the limited rational tool
of language and I am increasingly comfortable in the ambiguous
gray goo of the Now.

So, in order to drop out, I've had to strip away the usual
layers of socialization, ignore the little voices suggesting
my insanity and prepare to plunge into the unknown.
Ain't you been properly socialized? Yeah, didn't take.

I am leaving behind a beautiful house, a lucrative (yet essentially
unrewarding) job, and a set of patterns that are warm and cozy
if mostly unnoticed in the dream of everyday life.

Exciting? Yes. Scary? Sure.

Wendy once said that one idea of Hell would be to die and only
then to be able to perceive all of the things that you could
have done and didn't. Indeed.

Time to take the plunge and I'd be a damn fool if I didn't.

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes

Banking off of the north east wind
Sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone**




  1. I love the portrait of the Astral Nomads. Travel well y'all.

  2. You guys are on the right track... no point in living if you don't take a few risks and follow your heart.

    Color me proud to know you, and a big fan of the posts.

    If it helps, I have (another) hippie friend who has taken this same headlong jump into the unknown, and he may have some important lessons for you on Car Care and staying sane for all of those hours... Alan Monder on my FB friends list... great guy, up near Saratoga he has a Ken Kesey-type van and a lovely little family.


  3. @Matt: Staying sane is low priority and, frankly, it's too late to consider. The place I bought my van has a huge and active on-line community of like minded folks but if you want to suggest me as an FB friend to Alan that would be cool. I dig anything Keseyesque.

  4. Wow. i admire the plunge! Shoot lots of video. Pack some Jack. Send FB notes from the "front". Be careful, too.

  5. @Carey: We're more of the still photo types but if you want to make a documentary let me know. Ha! We've both been sober for about a year but that's another story alltogever. We'll be as careful as possible within the context of having thrown it all to the wind anyway. It's alright Ma, it's life and life only.

  6. What a GREAT idea, you 3!

    I could never live in a place crowded with things either, so I am definitely anti-materialist. I understand that it must have been "a bit" hard to leave that awesome-looking house, though. Yet, also a relief, I reckon.

    Please post photos if you ever come to any Deep South bayous. The Deep South has always fascinated me.

    Take care,


  7. @Jenny: Thx. I totally underestimated how complex it would be to simplify our life. I still have a couple of boxes of stuff to ferret through. That plus all of the work necessary to go paperless on all of our important accounts, etc. Man, I am exhausted. We will be posting photos of all of the meat space places, including the deep south. It's a big ass country. Otis is getting excited, I can tell. Cheers.

  8. Great post, Gerry.

    Having been raised by parents who have chucked it all (thankfully not me!) in the past, I feel a strong connection to what you and Wendy are doing. Some of my earliest memories are watching the American landscape fly by the back window of my parents' van.

    I am really looking forward to reading what is to come.

    Best to you both always (and Otis, too, of course!)

  9. @Megan: Thx sweetie. This should be cool. I am considering writing a book version of this ala Travels with Charlie. (In addition to a novel I have in mind and a non-fiction book on software). Now if I can just get Max von Sydow to play me in the movie version.......

  10. Max von Sydow is one of my favorites. He has the best line in "Hannah and Her Sisters."

  11. @Megan: He-he. Peter O'Toole was an alternate choice but he's a bit long in the tooth now. By my, those blue eyes. Loved Max since the Seventh Seal. And no, I didn't see the premiere in the cinema. Ha!