In praise of mobile devices

Yesterday I walked up and down our driveway for 45 minutes, talking on my cell.  As my body got to move, our buddy Cindy and I had another strategy session about her article on TM that I am giving her a hand on.

When we were done talking, I brought my laptop out to the porch, and sat down to work.  Three hours later, I was done with that day’s installment, barely enough daylight left for me to see the screen.

After taking my computer back inside, then – - still wanting to be outside – - I went back out to our new van parked beside our porch.  We have taken out 3 of the 4 back seats and put in a small foam mattress on one side of the floor.  I crawled in and sat down on it to do my regular evening meditation, Autumn breeze coming in on all sides.

I think I am essentially a nomad – - my own special combination of Romany Gypsy and Native American.   One of the saddest of my life was that day in 1995 when our 1970 VW bus — owned by us since 1991 — met its self-immolated demise on a flat stretch going down our mountain.

I need the open air.   In it, my consciousness feels clean – - fluid, open, ready.

These days of coming cold, I am soaking up being outside doing my daily things.  With regret, I know we will soon have to close the doors and windows with the onset of winter.  I do love winter.  And I love open doors and windows.   I must find a way to generate enough internal heat to be able to work outside on my laptop in the depths of winter.

And so I love my mobile devices that help me live my modern, hyper-literate life in the outdoors as much as I can:  cell, laptop, van.

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