One man's dream, his tiny home, his getaway space capsule, his magic carpet, now sits abandoned outside his property.
Things were good a while and a half ago and then the large multinational company, as they do, said thanks Warren, we know you've worked for us diligently for the last thirty years but we don't want you anymore.
It was out the door with Warren and the adventures he and his young boy delighted in were put on hold.
For a while. And a bit longer.
His boy's a grown man now.
And Warren a hermit. And that's ok.
He's his own man. Being true to himself.
Doing his own thing...
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Warren The Hermit And His Tiny Abandoned Dream On Wheels...
Posted by The Flying Tortoise at 6:00 AM
Labels: a dream on wheels, a getaway space capsule, a magic carpet, abandoned dreams, being true to oneself, being your own man, if you can dream it, life as a hermit, one man's dream, tiny home on wheels
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Blessings on you, Warren. Hermits have a right to life too. Maybe there are still some dreams left to be dreamed even if you're alone. Alone isn't equal to lonely. But, even if you are find someone you can tell your wonderful travel stories to. It must be fascinating.ReplyDelete
I am sorry for the ill winds in your life but we all go thru similar setbacks. It is sad to me that you gave up & accepted unemployment & loneliness when you could have been such a fine example for your son.ReplyDelete
just because that world doesn't need you any more, warren, it doesn't mean the rest of us don't see you as a man of value. best hopes on your path.ReplyDelete
Come'on Warren, get out there and find yourself a good woman! One who would help you fix up the camper, make it a home again, and travel with you. Don't hide away, we need adventurers out there teaching the young ones. Like the old hippie days we lived, you can make and sell candles! Gee, that could be me!ReplyDelete
Um, I make candles. Haven't sold any so far. Is it really that easy?ReplyDelete
Once while I was taking care of our elder sectors of society, one retiree still spunky for 85 yrs old, hobbled with her walker to her assigned seat in the dining room, as staff hustled around her, I heard her say, "I would love to have a job again, " "I would give anything," It seems we never appreciate fully even the simplest gifts we take for granted daily. Loss is hard, growth is hard, especially when you have invested many years into that role, it becomes part of the very fabric of how we value ourselves. It is at these times of loss, of failure, that even in our devastation of our pain of letting go, that we have an opportunity of discovering ourselves again, of taking quiet time to reflect with ourselves, finding gratitude of things we didn't appreciate before, starting a new journey in the healing process, and finding hope and inspiration again. See Warren, if you hadn't lost that job,you would not have started this journey, that many only dream of doing, and you would not have had this opportunity to inspire all these readers!ReplyDelete
On Warren's behalf Lacie, thankyou...Delete