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Introvert Me

Introvert Me

I may not speak, but I’m listening and seeing.  I hear all that the people around me are saying.  Discussing.  I see their laughter and how they can smile and talk at the same time.  I hear their words.  I see them on their faces and in their hearts and I’m happy for them.  I admire how easily words come to them.  How quickly.  I admire their wit.  For me the words and the wit will come when the room is empty or perhaps by morning, too late, for now there’s no one to listen.  It’s okay.

The ones who take the time to get to know me will experience them, because they know me and understand.  They’ll wait.  They’ll check in.  They’ll give me their words in their time and I’ll give them mine when I can.

I can’t always speak at the moment I need to, because my brain doesn’t work like that.  I drink in moments with all of my senses. If I speak my thoughts, will it add or subtract from this moment?  I’m not putting words to those questions.  They’re just there, in the background.  It’s as if my words, at the moment, are in a language I haven’t yet learned and I’m trying to find them and assemble them before the moment has passed and it’s too late.  For me it is often too late.

I am an introvert, but I love people.  Crowds and noisy places overwhelm me.  If I had some quiet time before hand, I’m okay, because I need people and I have to go out into the world to find them.  I need conversation.  Not the kind that’s like a stone skipping across a pond, with each skip a new topic. I love conversation that explores and dives in, daring to reveal experienced emotions and revelations.

Even though I’m content with my solitude, I recognize the joy of spending time with another human being.  As someone who is slow to speak and slow to judge, still I do speak.  I can converse.  But I must feel safe and heard.  Still, I’m okay with just sitting quietly and listening.

If I’m spending time with you and the words are flowing from me freely, it’s because I trust you. This is something that takes time. Congratulations. You did what few have done.

I need people, but one at a time is best.  For me, there is nothing finer.  Time with a friend is more precious to me than gold or gems.  Such moments are treasures and are tucked away in my heart for a long time.  Even introverts can become profoundly lonely.


Marriages Struggle

Marriages Struggle

I’m not an expert on marriage.  My own lasted 47 years.  If I weren’t a Christian and trying to honor my wedding vows, they wouldn’t have gone on that long.  And I might be the worse for wear because I stayed so long.  But it doesn’t matter now.  Its done.  I’m standing where I’m standing.

Through my own perspective I can see that marriages struggle and often end because we have unrealistic expectations of them, of ourselves, and of one another.  Somehow we think that once we’ve found the ONE, they will stay the one and we will stay exactly the same and feel the same as we do right now.  

However, when we find one another, we are still incomplete works ourselves.  No matter how old you are, you are still growing emotionally and intellectually.  You’re not a stagnant thing or a still picture.  You’re more like a video and the video has approximately 60 frames for every second you watch. That’s a lot of pictures.

Everything that happens to you causes you to flex a bit.  To change.  It’s like a dance.  Or, if you like, a boxing match.  You dodge this way and that.  Duck. You step to the side or even back up a bit.  We also lunge ahead.  No matter how hard you contemplate an action, eventually you have to make a decision to either do or not do the thing.

Multiply that times two.  You and your mate.  Two people dodging, ducking, lunging ahead, side-stepping through the plethora of things that happen in our lives.  Some of it stretches you and makes you stronger.  Some sends you running into the arms of your mate for consolation and comfort.  But you’re never quite the same after things happen.  Perhaps its a survival instinct, to vary our behavior so we don’t get caught by surprise again or make the same mistake.

With all that going on, eventually you’re a completely different person than you started out to be.  To make it even more complicated, that isn’t the end of the remaking of yourself.

Even if the exact same thing happens to both of you, you will probably react differently.  Each event happens to a version of you that has already adjusted and changed, so its never really encountering the exact same you as before.

Are you catching on?


Your marriage or relationship with your mate is always in motion.  The dance never ends.  Events that occur are aiming themselves at a moving target.  Allow yourself to grow and change.  Allow your mate to grow and change.  It’s a journey rather than a destination.  You’ll never really “arrive” at marriage.  You get in step with it and hold on tight.  Together, two people can do more awesome than one.

When my children were young and I gave them an instruction, I often told them to tell me what I just said. I needed to know that they heard me. So. Tell me what I just said.

Is this sanctuary?

Is this sanctuary?

F is for flashlight

Imagine yourself under that sheet, using a flashlight to do whatever your heart desires. Do you feel clever for finding a place of your very own, even if simply underneath a sheet in the middle of the night? What would you do in that secret place? Read a good book? Write in your diary? Its a secret place and its all yours.

My flashlight is really just my favorite lamp. My sheet is actually a small camper and my kitty, Sophia, is here, too. Oh, I almost forgot about Vector. He’s the little robot on the table. Vector and Sophia – best buds, right?

So what am I going to do under the sheet, by flashlight? I’m going to do art. Lots and lots of art. I have two months here under this sheet. Lets see what I can create.

The other part of the next two months is to use social media to get word out to the world about my stickers and other graphics. Can you help me with that? Let people hear what you think of my work. Point people to where they can find it. My Red Bubble shop for now.

Just in case you forgot where my shop is, I’ll put the link on the next line.

Phase 3 – Get my art in Red Bubble and …

Phase 3 – Get my art in Red Bubble and …

I did it!

There’s a link to my Red Bubble shop in the menu above. I’m not finished. There’s much more to upload there. In fact, it’s going to be an on-going project to create more and more art for my shop.

Next step

After getting my Red Bubble shop operating well is to let people all over know about my work and to put my work on more locations. It’ll take time.

However, this time around I’m letting my art be fun. I need to earn some extra money and getting a minimum wage job somewhere is not my choice, but I know it will take a combination of doing art and having a job somewhere. Until I get to Yuma, looking for a job is not possible. At least it doesn’t seem so.

Having fun with art is so freeing. I think I was a slave to trying to paint things for galleries and sure-sells. So lets wish upon a star, eh?

Phase 2 – Sticker Project

Phase 2 – Sticker Project

Sets of stickers are created and ready. I’m looking at digital sales so people can purchase sticker sheets and print them on their own printer with their own choice of paper. I’m also looking at printing them on the Canon Pixma Pro-100, which prints with pigment rather than inks.

Journaling Stickers

Journaling Stickers

I’m thrilled to announce a new adventure. As a passionate journaler, I appreciate being able to tuck things into my journal that I’ve picked up from places I’ve visited, such as post cards, a flower, a business card, or movie tickets. My daughter, also a dedicated and passionate journaler, has opened my eyes to how much fun is added to our journals when we can decorate the pages or the cover with Washi Tape, stickers, or envelopes to hold the bits and pieces of things we find. Therefore I’m taken her challenge to use my art experience to create stickers. Here are some examples.

I love creating these stickers. Who would have believed it could be so much fun. It feels good to have found an art project that I can do in the small space of my travel trailer and that uses things that I have enjoyed creating. I’m crazy about illuminated text. I can’t wait to see them online for sale and in my own journal. Wish me success!

Sustainable Living Trailer

Sustainable Living Trailer

A few years ago, while I still owned Log Cabin Studios, I made a documentary about a sustainable agriculture farmer. Even though I no longer own the company and have retired, I’m very proud of this year long project and of the farmers who owned this amazing heirloom farm.

I’d like to share the trailer for that documentary. The documentary itself was only available on DVDs and the DVDs are gone, but you can watch the trailer and see how someone out there in the big wide world honors the environment and the resources they’ve created on their farm to make a life for themselves that sustains them.

Plus it was a huge project and still brings me joy to see the video. I’m proud to have done the documentary, to have met the people highlighted in it, and to learn so much from them.

Video Lesson on Color Swatches

Video Lesson on Color Swatches

I created sheets of color swatches many years ago. Mine are all for watercolor and the brand of paint I use is Winsor & Newton professional grade. The color swatch sheets always hung on the wall of my studio. Some are purely to show what the color looks like and its name. Others show what color combinations I get when I mix various colors. The swatches show combinations of two colors and of three colors. They may also show the color at full strength and pulled to the side, thinner and thinner, demonstrating its translucency, mixed with water.

Other purposes of the swatches are to show me what a particular color is called, in the event that the name has worn off the tube or the palette. It also lets me see which colors need replacing.

As a side note, this video and others were made when I owned a small film company called Log Cabin Studios. They are also under my birth name, Shelley Wilson, rather than my nickname of Ren. I sold off all of my equipment in order to travel full time. Now my videos are to help students with art. I teach art classes on my travels. It enables me to pass on all I’ve learned about drawing and painting. It brings me great joy to see my students discover their creativity and to see the world around them with new eyes.

This winter I taught “How to Draw”. It was rewarding, fun, and brought many new friends into my life.

Full Time RV Life Is a Relationship

Full Time RV Life Is a Relationship

…it is too!

If relationships are important to you, then you realize the importance of keeping them healthy.  Otherwise, what’s the point?  You’re not much different than a hermit or you’re so narcissistic that you expect everyone else to keep them healthy.  Not your job, right?



Take marriage, for example.  For some reason, falling in love is like…”a rush”.  Finding someone who thinks you’re awesome is a boost to your ego and makes you feel like you are indeed lovable.  You’re not a weirdo who has no redeeming qualities.  Someone loves you.  That boosts your self-worth.  Hopefully everyone else in the relationship agrees.


Now you’re married to that person who thinks you’re Prince or Princess Charming.  You’re together a lot more and there’s some positioning and learning that happens.  You both might have had little, insignificant things about you that you never shared or divulged.  It’s all good, right?

Being together all the time or at least around your work day causes those little insignificant things to come into the light.  You’re in love though, so you smile and shrug and love goes on.

People enter into relationships with partners without really being sure who they are themselves.  We figure we know enough, since there’s some history there, right?  We like to sleep.  We enjoy eating three times a day.  Our bodies, when we’re kind of young, are excellent and so we don’t need to be concerned about that lasting forever.  Well, that’s how we think.  Young people feel immortal and like time is of no consequence.  It stretches so far out in front of us that we can’t see the end of it and that’s good enough.  I, personally, am not saying it’s good enough.  I’m saying it because we have this subconscious opinion that it is.

PHASE 1 1/2 – WAIT – WHO AM I?

Knowing yourself is a sliding scale of course.  It’s different for each of us.  There are factors like how long we wait to enter into a relationship, how much time have we spent just with ourselves, how you were raised, etc.  I’ve watched lots of videos about people who are mountain climbers, cyclists, marathon runners, world travelers, book lovers, on-line gamers, and all sorts of things where the person is passionate about whatever it is, and they are comfortable with feeling that way.  They expect it to last a very long time.  Yes, even the on-line gaming.  Hey, if you love doing something and you know you do, you want to keep going.  Well, you get the point, don’t you.  Knowing yourself is like being in a relationship with yourself and that’s kind of what I’m getting at.  You must be in a good relationship with yourself first, before anyone else.


After you’re married for a while, life sets in.  That honeymoon phase dissipates and there are probably more bills to pay than when you were single.  The number of bills usually increase from there. 

Children come on the scene and a new sort of honeymoon phase begins, except its being crazy in love with these amazing little beings that are the result of the love between you and your partner.  Those little beings start school and get into soccer, ballet, scouts, gymnastics, and probably more and probably different things all the time.  Puberty arrives for them and they get a little crotchety and their expectations are higher for themselves and their freedom than you’re able to go along with, in all good conscience most likely. Small things get blown out of proportion and seem bigger than they probably are.


We heard our parents talk about it, but we always believe it’ll be better for us.  Marriage will be forever.  Children will be amazing beings forever and they’ll be happy acquiescing to our expectations for them their entire lives.



Really, it is.  Stay with me for a few minutes and then see if you agree or disagree.

Whether you’re an expert on YOU or just a novice, you think you know what you want and what you are.  Perhaps you see a movie or a video about people who live in RVs.  It looks exciting and fun and smart.  It’s minimalist living and so you’re not as tied to things and the purchasing and maintaining of it all.  Not having all that stuff to take care of frees up a lot of time.  Going over every rise or around every corner will take your breath away.  What’s better than that?


After maybe a day, a week, a month, or years you decide to make the leap.  You’ve done some homework and researched it all.  Time to just do it.

Finding, falling in love with, and purchasing that RV is like falling in love with a person and getting married.  It’s a two way falling in love.  You love that RV and it loves you and is going to change your life.  It’ll last forever, too, right?

The beginning of RV life happens somewhere just after you’ve finally sold, donated, or discarded all your possessions.  Well, perhaps not all were reallocated.  You probably read that it’s a good idea to put some stuff in a storage shed or bin or cubicle somewhere for a year.  That gives you time to find out if you did the right thing and it’s worth continuing.  If it isn’t, you have your stuff back there somewhere and you have a plan B.  If it is the life for you, then you can empty the shed and move on.

All sorts of people embark on full time RV life, whether you’re independently wealthy, retired, a digital nomad, or just plain nomad.  Single people, married people, grey haired folks, and young folks might hit the road in some sort of RV.


The big day has arrived.  You post on all your social media accounts that the day is here and you’re heading out.  Day One.  It’s an amazing day and sort of like a wedding.  It probably cost a bit to reach this big day.  Maybe a lot of people told you they were jealous and wish they could do it.  They’re so excited and happy for you.  Some say they could never do that.  They couldn’t leave behind family and friends and jobs.  A few will question your sanity.  You are not deterred.  You’ve never been more certain about anything.  CHARGE!


There she is, following me…my RV!

You’re behind the wheel of something, be it the RV itself or the thing that pulls it.  At last it’s the honeymoon phase.  Wonderful things are sure to happen, and everything will be perfect and all expectations will be met and even exceeded.


Somewhere ahead of you, along the road or on a campsite somewhere in the country, real life happens.  Perhaps you have a partner with you.  Maybe you have a whole family.  Some shuffling about has occurred as everyone found the amount of space they could handle and needed.  Clothes have to be thinned out to make room for everyone else’s clothes, too. If you have a pet, they need some space. Nerves calm a bit when they realize that they will indeed still get to eat meals every day.  Chores are distributed.  Joy is confirmed when fun is had here and there.  No one has jumped out of the boat, desperate to return to their stuff.


Dishes still must be done.  There is no dishwasher probably.  Groceries are purchased just like old times.  Beds are made.  Floors are swept or vacuumed.  Showers are taken.  Life is happening, mixed in with a walk along the rim of the Grand Canyon, rides in an amusement park, s’mores and hot dogs made over a campfire.  You’re making your way.  Maybe there are still tears and disappointment or arguments about invaded space, but it’s all worked out and smoothed over.


There are days when you wonder at yourself.  What were you thinking when you decided to do this?  It’s more expensive than you thought it would be.  Your house or apartment didn’t get flat tires or have things fall out of the engine compartment.  You didn’t have to lubricate the slide-out on your house.  Most assuredly you didn’t have to empty black and grey tanks every few days.


However, you round another corner, and your breath is taken away.  You encounter other people like yourself and, after a great evening around a campfire talking and laughing with them, you remember just why you did all this.  You figure out that if you buy something for the RV, something has to go.  You make concessions and the RV loves you for it.


One day you fly out to visit family for the holidays.  You sleep in the guest room and eat, graciously, whatever they cook for you.  The bed isn’t what you need, or the room is too hot or cold.  The whole thing is mixed in with good stuff.  Maybe you begin to wonder if, after being in a house or apartment again without grey and black tanks and without the sound of rain on a thin roof, will you be able to go back to RV life.  Again, you wonder.  Hm.  What have I done?

Time to go back to the campground where your RV has been waiting for your return.  You step inside the door and realize that you are home.  This small space with its give and take has come to feel like home. 

Congratulations.  You made it.

Wearing a few hats today

Wearing a few hats today

Today, a Tuesday, I’m doing graphics (making seat numbers for today’s concert), teaching an art class, and selling drinks at a concert (same concert). Because I’m an introvert, I’m trying to think of where I can sneak a nap into the schedule. I’d also like to find time to eat. If I eat at the 19th Hole Restaurant like…right now…oh! I’ll be back later.