By Ara Gureghian
The floor was hard this morning as Spirit romped around, his usual self being the Daily Clown. That is what Pits do. It’s vibrations through my own steps I felt, and no, it was not “parquet,” it was frozen dirt from this ongoing winter. Crunch… crunch. Frozen mud. Unfamiliar spaces for me, it takes me at least 24 hours to get the lay of the land, this mental “I am here” feeling while the tent is pitched near a fire ring. It takes Spirit seemingly only a few minutes to be “at Home.” He lives in the moment, definitely more accomplished than myself.
We have been on the road full time camping for a bit over 6 years now. Time has flown by, and every day is more exciting than the previous one. Our Home has become more mental than anything else. Of course Spirit has his familiar spaces where he feels more comfy than others, such as in his sidecar and his spot in the tent. That is it.
Hard to explain. Home is our togetherness. 365/24/7. Not a moment less. It is the two of us making one. Words too well understood, eye glances saying it all, imperceptible gestures leading the ways to our own dance through this Life of ours together.
There is no beginning and no end in his mind, and what a wonderful way to live as I have taken many lessons from him. Some laugh at that notion. We are after all humans, they are animals. How can that be? It is. Spirit is as I call him also my Pawsome Human and I don’t “own him.” We cohabitate. There is never a complaint toward the lack of walls, a fence maybe, a gate, a room dark at night where the stars would not glow. We are in the Wild at most moments but far from being wild. I have never trained him as my previous two Buddies in my Lifetime while I am approaching myself 65. It is more of a “mutual understanding” so much based on Love and respect, and much natural communication.