All In or Nothin' – Inspiration and Naming an RV

It's probably not Harold, but my RV is at the roost now. I'm looking at names and finding some interesting options, but I don't believe I have the right to name that rig. Whenever I have a pet or a special vehicle, I want to find out the name that it already has. Sound weird? Probably not to you if you're reading my writing. If you're still here reading me, hello and I love your spirit.

"Everyone has a freak flag," says a character in Family Stone, I'm pretty sure it was. I am timid about flying mine in public, but it is usually bursting out of my chest and my crown and my hands, all ready to paint the town and the world in color and lyric.

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting."

-e. e. cummings

I have to say, life has really been beautiful this month. I'm not saying it wasn't already, because it WAS. It IS. Life is amazing, but there are many times when it is hard to feel like that is true. AMIRIGHT? But this year--I felt it coming—this year is different. This Year of the Tiger; this year of forward progress... this is my year. One of them, anyways.

Transition is wonderful. I am probably most comfortable in a transitory state with plans ahead and plans behind. When I get “there,” I'm never at rest. So, I stay on the road as much as possible. Figuratively speaking, at least for the past few years. My mind has been out there, wandering, searching, looking. And this year things are falling into place. I know it won't last, because this is LIFE, but I will soak it up while I can.

You know that feeling when you drive down the road in the perfect weather, with no worries and the best song you've ever heard comes on the radio? THAT is what this year means to me.

I ripped off the band-aid and brought my new life-on-wheels home. Somewhat surprisingly, driving my new rig wasn't that bad. I drove really slow, but it happened. And I had been worried about backing into the driveway for a full week, not helped by the salesman who told me not to back in alone. “Don't do anything stupid,” he said, proceeding to tell me about all of the “experienced” people who had damaged their RVs when they backed into something without help.

So I got to my street and no one was parked on it. Not even the woman that usually makes backing out to the right of my driveway impossible. So I lined up and gave it a shot. Once I was mostly tucked into the driveway, everyone appeared. Thank you universe, for that time to work in peace. The neighbor came up and parked, the FedEx truck came to deliver to my house, someone walked her dog down my sidewalk, and the bustling continued. But I was already safely in, and just tweaking my parking job to perfection-- straight and tidy. To be fair, I still have to get behind the fence, but I'm out of the street and on my property. I went inside and never even unlocked its doors again that day. Thunderstorms and driving rain kept me inside typing and Googling things like “what is the best RV sewer hose?”

Meanwhile, back to the name. I don't know. I think this vehicle has masculine energy or gender neutral maybe, but everyone is calling it a “she” and I think they're wrong. I have some ideas, but nothing it calling me quite yet.

Frelsi – Freedom; Icelandic

Moksha – Freedom; Sanskrit

Pathika – Knowing the way/going on the road; Sanskrit

Agni – Fire; Sanskrit

Eldi, eldur – Fire; Icelandic

Anda - Spirit; Icelandic

Atman – Universal spirit; Sanskrit

There is a theme, of course. These are some of my favorite inspirational words, and I feel close to Iceland and touched by the practice of Yoga. This has been a fun brainstorm.

I'm leaning towards Frelsi. I think it sounds like a name and it fits well. I just don't know if I can judge.