Today marks the end of an era for me, and the eve of a new one. In early 2010, when I returned to Southern California after a big circling of North America, I landed in a little homesteading compound in Ventura.
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The Motorhome Diaries: Finding the Way Back
There’s a fantastic tune by singer/songwriter Kim Richey that I was reminded of today. It’s “A Place Called Home” from her album Rise — one of my all-time favorites — and it’s particularly astute in both its meaning and timing.
The Motorhome Diaries: The Work Begins
This little journey’s pace is quickening. It’s almost as if, by me letting go of the search for a job and focusing on the living of a life, the universe has risen up to meet me, to support me, to hurtle me forward along my way. So I’m just going with the flow.
The Motorhome Diaries: Aligning the Means with the End
The ever-insightful Douglas Rushkoff published a piece on CNN.com the other day that absolutely validated this new pursuit I’m engaged in of shucking off the shackles of looking for a job in order to focus on helping people. Using the title — “Are Jobs Obsolete?” — as a premise from which to launch, Rushkoff examines the American obsession with employment and posits an interesting counter-point.