Small Town and Big City Lifestyles in Utah

Holiday Hills in Coalville, Utah

When I drove away from my home in Grass Valley, California in June, 2014, I never envisioned that I would be living the life of a gypsy.  For 10 years, I had lived in Grass Valley, and letting go of that home was only the beginning of a series of letting go’s that led me to my Bighorn RV and my tiny home lifestyle on the road.

This coming June, I will have lived in my Bighorn RV on the road for 1 ½ years which doesn’t sound long especially when I remember all the places I’ve visited, and the experiences I’ve had.  All those memories could easily have taken place in just one lifetime.

I wouldn’t say that I am an expert at living on the road, but I have experienced enough to write a travel memoir.  That is going to be my summer project while my husband, Jim has his first job on the road as a Camp Host for the Holiday Hills RV Park in Coalville, Utah.  It’s a small campground, only 40 campsites alongside the Weber River which feeds into nearby Echo Lake.  The campground is surrounded by green hills where cattle and horses roam within the sight of the cross-country Highway 80.

Since arriving here the end of April, I am struck by the contrast of the surrounding communities.  The town of Coalville is tiny compared to the larger surrounding cities of Salt Lake City and Park City.  The downtown of Coalville consists of one Main Street with storefronts, and homes from the turn of the century.  I walked into the Summit Furniture and Mercantile Company, the local general store which was built in 1908, and still run by the same family.  The hardwood floorboards creaked under my feet as I marveled at all the items for sale from groceries to Levi jeans; from Mother’s Day cards to cowboy hats.  The store included a small butcher shop as well as a selection of hardware items.  It truly was a general store.   In town, there are only a couple of family restaurants, and the only chain restaurant that I’ve noticed is Subway.

After my trip to downtown Coalville, I decided to go explore the nearest big city of Park City, Utah where the Winter Olympics in 2002 took place.  Under the looming snow-covered mountains, I entered a whole other world.  Talk about culture shock.  Driving over from my campground, I stepped into a world that reminded me of the San Francisco Bay area.  In one sprawling plaza, there were all the shops, and restaurants that I remember living with in the Bay area.

I stopped at one Starbucks to get a coffee, and experienced the afternoon coffee rush hour.  There were students, mothers with young children, and working people all lined up.  I commented to one young mother about the long line, and she told me that it was always like this in the afternoon – the time in between school being let out, and before all the after-school activities had begun.  She then proceeded to ask her two young children what they wanted for their afternoon snack.  They both got chocolate milks, and then a banana muffin, and a chocolate croissant.  Along with her personal coffee order, I think I heard the Starbucks barista tell her the order total was $20 something.  The young mother then began socializing with all the other mothers who were also waiting in line for their re-fueling for the second half of their day.

After my quiet life in Coalville, I felt like I already had a caffeine buzz even before I sipped my iced mocha.  I was in awe of all the activity, and felt like I had been thrust back into one of my past lives, living in the Bay area.  Then I headed to Whole Foods, not a store that I’ve seen too often on my trip around the country.  Again, I was overwhelmed by all the activity, and by the abundance of healthy choices.  Luckily, I had a shopping list, but I still ended up piling some extra goodies into my shopping cart.  Most people have joked about Whole Foods, and how it takes your whole paycheck to shop there.  I knew I wouldn’t be coming here too often for my groceries, but for only special treats, and healthy alternatives not found anywhere else.

After noticing more stores that reminded me of my days living in California, I headed back to my small town life in Coalville.  Still reeling from the culture shock, I couldn’t believe that Park City was only 25 minutes away from my campground.  Even though the two towns are that close, they are like night and day.

The experience made me wonder how differently groups of people can live who are only a few exits apart on the highway.  And yet, one lifestyle seems to be more affluent, and focused on material consumption; and the other lifestyle, more centered on maintaining a small town atmosphere with friendliness and a slower pace of life.

I am not judging either lifestyle because I have lived in both kinds of places.  I know the incredible benefits that I gained from living in the San Francisco Bay area, and also know the amazing riches that I unearthed, living in the Gold country of California.  Both places were incredible learning experiences for me, and both shaped and molded who I am today.

I just love the diversity of experiences in this great country of the United States, and continue to marvel at all that I’ve seen on my trip around the country.  And so the journey continues.

By Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A. © 2016
Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A., CHT is a Certified Hypnotherapist, Western Astrologer and Author who counsels clients through her business of Iris Holistic Counseling Services on the road at She has published the self-help book, The Healing Path of the Romantic: Type Four of the Enneagram Personality Type System and a novel, Clara & Irving: A Love Story of Past Lives, based on the true story of a Romantic. Both books are available in a print and Kindle edition on  Donna is currently working on a new book – a travel memoir of her life on the road.  ♥


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Manifesting Tool for Spring

Purple Vineyard

The Eclipse energy this Spring is really amplifying this time period for new beginnings. The Solar Eclipse (New Moon) takes place on March 8, 2016 and the Lunar Eclipse (Full Moon) on March 23, 2016, but you can already feel the energy moving in. The Spring is always the ideal time to plant new seeds which includes your goals for the coming year. The Winter has been a time for reviewing the previous year, and reflecting on what you would like to create next. Now as Spring approaches, it’s time to write down those goals and dreams for the year.

Barbara Hand Clow, a fellow astrologer, created a great method for manifestation. On or near the first day of Spring, she takes her list of dreams that she wants to create for the coming year, and follows the steps below. This year, Spring begins on March 19th/20th as the Sun moves into the sign of Aries, the first sign on the zodiac wheel. These are the best days to release your intentions. If you’re not able to take the time on March 19-20, another good time is the New Moon in Aries on April 7, 2016.

First, take time to be still, and in your quiet contemplation, make a list of three to nine items that you would like to manifest, and state clear timelines and circumstances around these dreams. Be as clear as you can be, and select items that are in your best interest, and that don’t manipulate others such as your desire for a certain person. It is better to describe the partner that you are seeking without asking for a specific person.

Once you have the list, follow the technique below for each item on your list:

1. Place the image of what you want to create in your mind, and be as clear as you can with the time, the conditions, and the changes that would come from having this dream come true. Next, ask yourself the question, “If I could have this dream, would I want it?” Sometimes, you discover that it’s not something that you really desire anymore. In this process, you can clear your mind of what you don’t want, and begin to get clearer about what you really do want in your life right now.

2. Hold the dream in your mind, and do three visualizations of scenes that portray the creation happening in your life. For example, if you are seeking your dream home, envision what it looks like and feels like, and see yourself there in three different ways. Close your eyes, and picture it in your mind’s eye, and hold the image like on a movie screen, and strengthen it visually as much as you can, and then go onto the next scene, and follow the same process.

3. Once you have visualized all three scenes of your chosen dream, then you can choose to speak the words such as “So be it!” or “Manifest on all levels, now!” Follow the same technique with your other dreams, and then place the list in a special place, and allow the dreams to manifest. In a few months, you can look back at the list, and see how far your creations have come. Whenever, you feel stuck, you can get out the list and re-charge it again by following the same technique.

Barbara Hand Clow has practiced this technique for many years. Over the past five years, I have utilized this tool, and have seen many of my dreams manifest including my new lifestyle of living in an RV, traveling and working around the country. This month, I’ll be releasing my intentions in Florida where I am staying until mid-April. I have a few ideas percolating, and know that they will become clearer when I use this technique.

I invite you to give this manifesting tool a chance  You could be quite surprised at how quickly your dreams begin to come true. Blessings on your dreams for 2016-17.
By Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A. © 2016

Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A., CHT is a Certified Hypnotherapist, Western Astrologer and Author who counsels clients through her business of Iris Holistic Counseling Services on the road at She has published the self-help book, The Healing Path of the Romantic: Type Four of the Enneagram Personality Type System and a novel, Clara & Irving: A Love Story of Past Lives, based on the true story of a Romantic. Both books are available in a print and Kindle edition on Donna is currently working on a new book – a travel memoir of her life on the road. ♥

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Living in the Four Corners of the U.S.A.

Bryce Canyon Apr 2015

Many Americans have the experience of just living in one region of this great country. Others grow up in one area, and later in life, discover another area through going to college, or through a move for their career. Some lucky people find a place that speaks to their soul.

Julia Cameron, the well-known author of The Artist’s Way books lived in two areas of this country. She had her New York City apartment and her second home for a long time was an adobe house in Taos, New Mexico. She spoke of her home in the Southwest as her heart home – the place that really spoke to her soul. Her New York life was the hub of her work especially where she connected with other creative artists on her musicals, but her home in the Southwest resonated with her spirit.

Once you do move away from the place of your birth, then you do have the opportunity to discover that place that speaks to your soul. For some, it will always be their hometown where they grew up. Having grown up on Cape Cod, I still have a special fondness for the beaches, and the small villages of my childhood. But I have also lived in amazing places in California in the city, and in the country.

Coming from New England, I know many people who haven’t lived further than a couple of hours away from their birth places. They grew up in states where they ended up going to college, finding jobs, and eventually settling down to raise their own families all in the same hometown, or within a few hours of their birth place. Most of my family has followed that path, and it has worked well for them. They have built a strong community of support for themselves including their work, hobbies, churches, and social networks.

At times, I have envied them, having moved away in my 30’s with my husband to live in California. I had to build new networks of friends and colleagues wherever I lived. In my seven years in the San Francisco Bay area, I found that community in my workplace at East West Bookshop, and then again at John F. Kennedy University, the graduate school where I received my counseling degree. When I moved further north to the Gold country of California, I created that community again with my counseling work, and the classes and groups that I participated in over the ten years that I lived there.

Now, I am creating another community, but it seems to be a whole different ballgame this time. For the past 16 months, I have been traveling around the country while living in my Bighorn RV, my version of a tiny home. I have spent a few days to a couple of weeks in all kinds of places around the country with the most time on Cape Cod. But now, I am starting to spend longer periods of time in different parts of the country.

This winter/early spring, I am living in Southern Florida for five months which is the longest time that I have spent in one place in my tiny home. It’s a different experience to have more time to explore an area, and to also set down some roots, however temporary they may be. It also dawned on me that this is the first time that I have lived in this region of the country.

For 30 something years, I lived in the Northeast; and for almost 17 years, I lived in Northern California which some maps consider as part of the Northwest (not something that many residents of Oregon and Washington might agree with.) And now, I am getting to have the opportunity to live in the Southeast.

For five months, I am able to immerse myself in the southern culture which I know is very different from where I grew up, and certainly quite a change from California. If I can remain open-minded, it’s the perfect opportunity to observe the southern lifestyle. Being a writer, it also gives me the chance to really get a feel for the area – the sights and sounds, the scents and tastes, and all the sensations of a new place. As I prepare to write a book about my traveling lifestyle, I am noticing even more of these southern experiences especially since I am only here until mid-April.

The exciting news is that in May, I will be experiencing another stretch of time in another region of this great country – the Southwest. In the middle of spring, Jim and I are going to take our caravan on a trip which now includes my car as well into the Southwest. We’re going to drive straight through the heart of this country, and arrive at our destination for the summer – Utah. Jim has taken on yet another role as a Camp Host for a campground near Park City, Utah. For the summer months, he’ll be greeting campers, and taking care of maintenance for the park while we live there for free. We’ll have the chance to go on some amazing hikes in the mountains around there, and visit some of our friends that live out west.

By the end of this year, I will have lived in the four corners of this country, from Northeast to Northwest, and now, Southeast to Southwest. And who knows what next winter will bring? For now, I am making the most of my time in Southern Florida: enjoying the beaches that stretch on for miles, the palm trees waving in the breeze, and the occasional alligator who shows up in my back yard. It’s all part of the Southeast experience. And so the journey of the tiny home continues.

By Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A. © 2016

Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A., CHT is a Certified Hypnotherapist, Western Astrologer and Author who counsels clients through her business of Iris Holistic Counseling Services on the road at She has published the self-help book, The Healing Path of the Romantic: Type Four of the Enneagram Personality Type System and a novel, Clara & Irving: A Love Story of Past Lives, based on the true story of a Romantic. Both books are available in a print and Kindle edition on Donna is currently working on a new book – a travel memoir of her life on the road. ♥

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Living Large in a Tiny Home



After living over 16 months in my Bighorn RV full-time, I just had the realization that I am living in a tiny home. For months, I have been watching these Tiny House shows on TV as I’ve traveled around the country. I have been fascinated by this growing trend of young couples, families, single professionals and retirees who want to live more simply. Some of them have sold large homes with the desire to have a smaller footprint on the planet. While for others, it’s their first home, and they want to have a home that’s affordable without the large mortgage, and that gives them the flexibility to move their house and travel with their house as well.

On most of these shows, the people are shown three different tiny homes, and have to decide which one they most would like to live in. At first, the homes were more wooden structures with porches, decks, and even window boxes, all on wheels. Now, the families, couples and singles are being shown different options such as a smaller home which is a more of a permanent structure on a cement slab, a mobile home such as the kind in the mobile home parks; and lastly, even house boats which can be moved around, or kept tied up at a pier.

When I saw all these different tiny home options, it hit me that I am living in a tiny home. My Bighorn RV is about 400 square feet, and is self-contained like a tiny house, and also very mobile with its own set of wheels, and easily moved by a good size truck. I also went through the downsizing process of selling a home which was almost 2,000 square feet including all those amenities that I had grown accustomed to over the years.

Now, that I am living in my version of a tiny house, I have discovered more of the benefits of living simply especially in an RV which can move with me wherever I may want to go. It’s also a lot more energy efficient because you can move to different areas to save on heating fuel in the winter, and then in the summer, move to save on the energy cost of running air conditioning. If that’s not possible with your job, you can also utilize solar panels as well to reduce your energy costs.

It’s been inspiring to see the trend of tiny homes across the country, and to see how these homes are showing up in all areas from cities to rural towns; and from on the road, to being part of more established communities. It gives me hope that more people are choosing a simpler lifestyle. I am imagining that more tiny home co-housing communities will be set up as another way to save money, living within a community. The possibilities are endless for the different ways that we can live with less.

Recently, I watched a very uplifting film called, “I AM” by Tom Shadyac, a Hollywood movie director who made a huge life change after a health crisis. The movie addressed the questions that Shadyac wanted to ask some of the most remarkable men and women from the worlds of science, philosophy, academia, and faith: What’s wrong with our world? and What can we do to make it better? After speaking with all these people, he began to see some themes in their words – how they all spoke of humanity being inter-connected with all of life on the planet; and how empathy and compassion are really intrinsic qualities of humans; and how, it all comes down to Love. Shadyac commented, “My hope is that I AM is a window into Truth, a glimpse into the miracle, the mystery and magic of who we really are, and of the basic nature of the connection and unity of all things.”

In the movie, Shadyac also addressed the materialism and super-consumerism of the American culture. Most of the people he interviewed commented on this phenomena of seeking happiness through the accumulation of stuff, and how to change the focus from buying more stuff to living life to the fullest. By the end of the movie, Shadyac gave up his Hollywood lifestyle. He sold his 17,000 square foot estate with three homes, and downsized to a mobile home park in California. He gave up his private jet, and commuted by bike to work. In a short amount of time, Shadyac created a whole new way of living more simply.

After watching that movie, I wondered how many other people could give up those expensive lifestyles, which have kept them tied to jobs that they no longer enjoy. I wondered how many other people could downsize from a mini-mansion to a tiny home. The tiny home trend could help many people experience the American dream of owning their own home. Many people have lost their homes since 2008, but perhaps, it’s time to pursue a new lifestyle – one that is more focused on living life rather than making excessive amounts of money.

I’m not sure that I will always be living in an RV tiny home. But if I do have another home in my future, it will definitely be a smaller home, with a small carbon footprint to match. As the New Year begins, I invite more people to join me in a commitment to living more simply. It can be a big leap from a large home to a tiny home, but you can always start out first by letting go of stuff through donating, selling, or just giving it away to people who may need what you no longer need. As you lighten your load, you may be surprised at how freeing it is, and before you know it, you too, could be living more simply. Happy New Year to one and all.

By Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A. © 2016

Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A., CHT is a Certified Hypnotherapist, Western Astrologer and Author who counsels clients through her business of Iris Holistic Counseling Services on the road at She has published the self-help book, The Healing Path of the Romantic: Type Four of the Enneagram Personality Type System and a novel, Clara & Irving: A Love Story of Past Lives, based on the true story of a Romantic. Both books are available in a print and Kindle edition on Donna is currently working on a new book – a travel memoir of her life on the road. ♥

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From Below Sea Level to 10,000 Feet – The Depths and Heights of My Cross-country Journey


Alabama Hills with Eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains

In my travels around the country, I knew I was going to see many different landscapes and seascapes – from the desert to the mountains, from the cozy harbors of the Atlantic to the expansive beaches along the Pacific. But I really didn’t think of the depths and heights that I would be exploring in this great country. In this month of May, I have seen the lowest point on the North American continent, and also glimpsed the highest point in the contiguous 48 states. Who knew that they were only about 130 miles from each other?!

In the past month since leaving Utah, I have traveled through Nevada and into Southern and Central California. From the mountains and high desert of the Utah national parks, I have traversed into the lower terrain of this country into the arid desert. Never having lived in the desert, and only visiting it a few times, the desert was a new experience for me.

The desert in the spring was likely the most beautiful time to be there. The temperatures were certainly cooler, and the cacti were blooming with their strikingly simple flowers in bright fuchsia and golden yellow. Hiking through washes (riverbeds with no water in them) alongside reddish and golden boulders, I felt like I was in another world at times. Some of the desert landscapes resembled the face of the moon, and others looked like a tempting oasis with all the different vegetation.

At first, I enjoyed the desert hikes around Las Vegas, and then into Joshua Tree National Park in Southern California, but then the temperatures began to rise. The days in the 90’s became more common, and the challenges of desert living became more evident. Staying in an RV park near Joshua Tree, I saw the number of people in the park begin to dwindle. The RV park, a winter retreat for many people from the northern states, had a fitness center, indoor pool and spa, and clubhouse. While I was there, they were almost completely empty. It was time to move north again.

After a week, I traveled north by the Mojave Desert, and onto Highway 395 which is also called the Eastern Sierra Scenic Byway, winding its way through some spectacular scenery with the Eastern Sierra Nevada Mountains on one side, and the Inyo National Forest on the other side. As I left the desert behind and began to see the mountains, I could feel the shift in my spirit. The mountains had become my other home when I lived in California all those years. I had driven this same route from the north, but never, all the way south.

Now, I would finally discover where this amazing highway began in the desert. I had seen the signs for Death Valley National Park, and knew I had at least one more desert experience in my near future, but I had no idea what this park encompassed. Driving from the west may have led to a more diverse experience. As I traveled towards the park, I rode through hills that then turned into mountains. Driving a winding road through the mountains, I dropped lower and lower into the park, and finally the desert valley opened up before me. After the steep descent into Death Valley, there were windswept sand dunes, golden canyons and salt flats that shimmered like mirages. The temperatures also began to rise. Stopping at one of the visitor centers, they have a permanent, large thermometer outside the door, recording the latest temperature. A perfect picture spot. When I was there in mid-May, the temperature fluctuated from 90 – 95 degrees Fahrenheit. I can only imagine what it’s like in July.

Of course, that wasn’t the temperature of the lowest place in the park. Driving further down into the park, you arrive at what is called – Badwater Basin, another salt flat with some puddles, but best known as being the lowest elevation on this continent. At 282 feet below sea level, I had reached a new low point, and didn’t realize how close it was to the highest point in this country.

Staying in Lone Pine, California right off of Highway 395, I was in the town closest to the highest point. After exploring the town and visiting their film history museum and the Alabama Hills where many westerns, easterns, and sci-fi movies have been filmed; I decided to venture up near the highest point in the contiguous forty-eight states – Mount Whitney, a snow-capped peak in the Sierra Nevada Mountains at 14,495 feet.

On a clear morning, it appeared to be a perfect day to drive up near Mt. Whitney for a hike. Driving up a road just outside of town, I traveled higher and higher on switchbacks, lined with rocky cliffs, and purple lupine. That’s when the clouds began to drift across the surrounding peaks. What appeared to be a calm day in the valley turned into a snow squall in the mountains. Snowflakes drifted down onto the windshield of the truck. It looked like I’d have to postpone my mountain hike.

As I crested the peak, the elevation rose to over 10,000 feet and the temperature dropped to the 30s with Mount Whitney hidden by the clouds. It looked like I’d have to turn back, but not before, looking around this mountain top plateau. And who do I spot under some trees? Not the wildlife I expected to see, but some weary hikers, loaded with backpacks. A couple of minutes later, they are loaded in our truck for the ride back to town. It turned out that they were hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, and ran into the stormy weather so they needed to take a break to warm up and refuel.

With my own travel plans in mind, I had forgotten about the many people who venture out each year to tackle the challenge of the Pacific Crest Trail which runs all the way from the Mexican border to the Canadian border – over 2,600 miles across the west coast. The hikers usually begin in the spring, and hike all summer, and sometimes into the fall. The trail begins in the desert which I had just left behind, and follows the mountain ranges beginning in central California, and then up through the Northwest. I had no idea that I was also following a similar route with my Bighorn RV. Hearing these three hikers’ tales was enlightening. It was also a good reminder for all the conveniences that I do live with, traveling in an RV with most of the comforts of home. Even with my love of hiking, I don’t think I could take on a challenge like them though I did enjoy hearing about their own adventures. The hikers called us their “PCT Angel” so hopefully, we can help more hikers along the way who need a break from the trail, or a ride back into the mountains.

And so the journey continued up Hwy. 395, arriving at Bridgeport, California – our last stop before heading for our former hometown of Grass Valley. Soon after our arrival in this small town at 4,500 feet, the weather got even colder as much-needed rain and snow came through the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

With an on-going drought, any precipitation is a welcome sight. It may have delayed some of my hiking plans, but I managed to see some other sights including Bodie State Historic Park, an old gold rush town that had been preserved in “arrested decay” from when it was abandoned back in the 1940s. The town of Bodie was once a booming town from 1877 – 1881 when about 8,000 people resided there with over 2,000 buildings. Only about 5 percent of the town is left, but it is still a sight to see with some of the remaining homes, stores, dance halls, and even the town jail still standing. In its heyday, Bodie was known as a lawless town with over 60 saloons, dance halls, and brothels. A gunfight leading to a death happened about every other day. You can really feel the Wild West when you’re there, peering through the windows of the homes with their remaining furniture, and the stores with their merchandise on display. It is certainly a sight to see for anyone who wants to discover what gold mining towns used to look like.

Once the storms passed, I headed back into the mountains to do some amazing hikes. Some of the higher elevations still had snow like around Saddlebag Lake, not far from the Tioga Pass entrance of Yosemite. But one hike into Lundy Canyon was absolutely magical with cascading waterfalls, and trees brilliant with green buds of spring. Hiking through aspen trees, and by beaver damns, and alongside alpine lakes, I could feel the high energy of this outdoor paradise. Climbing rocky paths and crossing rivers, I traveled further into the canyon, spying ribbons of rivers flowing down the high cliffs into spontaneous waterfalls. This one trail made me fall in love with California mountains all over again.

As I head north later this week, I will be driving back to my former hometown of Grass Valley, California where I lived for 10 years. It will be a bittersweet time, seeing my old home, and meeting up with friends. My time there will be exactly a year from when I last lived there. I know it will be a special time for re-connecting with familiar faces and places before I head out on the road again.  And so the journey continues into the Northwest.

By Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A. © 2015

Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A., CHT is a Certified Hypnotherapist, Western Astrologer and Author who counsels clients through her business of Iris Holistic Counseling Services on the road at She has published the self-help book, The Healing Path of the Romantic: Type Four of the Enneagram Personality Type System and a novel, Clara & Irving: A Love Story of Past Lives, based on the true story of a Romantic. Both books are available in a print and Kindle edition on ♥

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Blessings of the Bighorns

Zion National Park - March, 2015

As I sit writing this blog at the kitchen table of my RV, a gale is blowing outside my window. The trees are doing back bends as families of tumbleweeds fly by. I shouldn’t be surprised. This week, I am living at Willowwind RV Park in Hurricane, Utah.

When I picked this town for the next stop on my journey around the country, I thought the name was kind of interesting for an inland city in the Southwest. Growing up on Cape Cod, I have seen my share of hurricanes make their way up the eastern seaboard. But I was pretty confident that Utah hadn’t experienced a hurricane except maybe in the distant past when all these amazing rock formations were once part of an ancient sea.

Now, I am thinking they knew what they were doing when they chose this name because the winds on this mid-April afternoon are gusting close to some of the hurricanes that I have lived through. I don’t believe that it’s an accident that I ended up arriving in this town on April 11th, the day that would have been my Dad’s 87th birthday.

My Dad and I shared a special connection with hurricanes. As a child, he lived through the 1938 hurricane before they named them for women, and then both sexes. They now call it the Great Hurricane of 1938. In 1938, my Dad was living in the small, seacoast town of Onset on Cape Cod. His home was literally on the water, where the high tides washed underneath his front porch. When that 1938 hurricane arrived with no warning from any news agency at the time because they never thought it would sweep all the way up the coast to New England; it was a balmy, September afternoon which slowly became stormier and stormier.

At the time, my Dad lived with his grandparents, and eventually they all had to leave their home by the sea. His grandparents left in a rowboat with their grandson, Sonny at the helm, steering them to higher ground. My Dad was rescued from a fence where his cousin and he had taken refuge from the swirling seas. I can remember him telling me how a fine dressed man in a fancy car stopped, and waded through the rising waters to pull them off that fence. I think that man might have been an angel because my Dad’s home was washed away that day by the hurricane.

Over the years, my Dad lived through many hurricanes; and I was born the same month as Hurricane Donna, initiating my heritage tied to hurricanes. Even though some believe I was named for the hurricane, the truth is that I was named for my Dad – Donald Herbert Fisher. Even though my Dad lived his entire life in Onset, Massachusetts, he was a born explorer. He loved the outdoors, and took my family on many adventures around New England, and beyond. He inspired all three of his daughters to travel, and see the world.

I believe it was his love of travel that partly led to my being on this journey around the country. When my husband, Jim, brought up the idea, I could envision going on such a journey. At the time, I just had no idea of how much I would be letting go of before the journey began. Last June, when I drove away from my California home, it was only the beginning of the letting go, and the preparation to living a life on the road.

Now, after almost four months of traveling, I am close to crossing back into California. In March, I moved into the Southwest, and have been following the Grand Circle of scenic parks here. I haven’t seen all of them, but just last week, I completed the Mighty Five of Utah, the words they use to describe the five national parks in Southern Utah which are Arches, Bryce Canyon, Canyonlands, Capitol Reef and Zion. I began with Zion, and I am now ending my time in Utah at the other side of Zion, near Hurricane, Utah.

All five parks have special qualities that are hard to capture in words and pictures. It’s the immensity of the parks, and the abundance of rock formations that capture the imagination. Just when you’ve seen all the rocks you can take in, you’ll glimpse another rock, seeming to grow from the desert in a magnificent coat of colors. One of the explorers who mapped this territory called them a “Wilderness of Rocks.”

On my last day of exploring the Mighty Five, I went to Capitol Reef, a park that I didn’t know a lot about. It’s a remote park, and not as popular in the guidebooks as Arches or Zion, but since I was here, I wanted to see all that Utah had to offer. After an almost two hour drive, I arrived at the quiet entrance of Capitol Reef. The fee of $5.00 even seemed ridiculous since most movies cost more than that these days.

After getting the map of the park, I headed out for a drive to see the scenic viewpoints. They included more amazing displays of rock cliffs that seemed to stretch for miles off into the horizon. The quieter roads, and short hikes at the viewpoints were a welcome change from the crowds at Arches. You could have a scenic viewpoint all to yourself.

After a few scenic vistas, I stopped at one of the old farmhouses in the national park which had once been part of a town called Fruita. The small farming community had been established by Mormons, and they had lived an almost utopian way of life here for many years, sustained by an orchard of fruit and nut trees. At the farmhouse, the national park even sold homemade pies which completely won me over to this park.

There was still one more scenic drive to take so off I went to an area called Capitol Gorge. It turns out that I was literally traveling through a wash which is like an empty riverbed except when it flashfloods. At the end of the drive, you could then take a hike into this gorge with towering rock walls, inscribed with some petroglyphs from Native Americans, and even the signatures of some of the early pioneers with dates back to the 1800’s. The hike in itself was quite memorable, and reading some of the early graffiti was entertaining, but my favorite moment in the park was yet to come.

As I headed back out of the gorge, and back into the wash, the sun was getting lower in the sky. At just about quarter to six, I came upon a couple of cars stopped alongside the road. The people were out, all gazing in one direction, and that’s when I saw them.

I had been asking for a couple of weeks to see one of these mighty animals in their natural setting. It seemed that they were quite shy, and also not as plentiful as the park would have liked. They had been hunted to almost extinction at one time, and had been introduced back into the park in the 1990’s.

As I stepped out of my car, there was the elusive Bighorn sheep, eating the grass near the road. There were three males at different stages of life, all adorned with those amazing horns. As we all stared at these incredible creatures, they stared back at us not that impressed that they had an audience. They didn’t seem threatened by us as long as we all kept our distance. But when a couple more cars came along the road, they began to sense too many people, and headed for the rocky cliffs. With a graceful run, they made their way up the cliff with ease. In a matter of minutes, all you could see was the white of their haunches. And now, I knew why I hadn’t been able to see them before. They all blended into their rocky hide-out.

Now that I am left with the memories of that moment, I feel like I was blessed by the three Bighorns. They blessed my own Bighorn RV, and my own journey around the country. I had been calling the Bighorn, the mascot of my journey, and now, I am grateful to have seen them in the wild. I also have a feeling that my Dad, the Aries ram, had something to do with that special sighting of the Bighorn. And so the journey continues. Onto the Wild West of Nevada and California.

By Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A. © 2015

Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A., CHT is a Certified Hypnotherapist, Western Astrologer and Author who counsels clients through her business of Iris Holistic Counseling Services on the road at She has published the self-help book, The Healing Path of the Romantic: Type Four of the Enneagram Personality Type System and a novel, Clara & Irving: A Love Story of Past Lives, based on the true story of a Romantic. Both books are available in a print and Kindle edition on ♥

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The Grand Circle of Spring

Grand Canyon - March, 2015

The magic of my journey on the road continues. It seems that I have entered the Grand Circle. I had no idea that this area of the Southwest was given such an impressive name.

Since my last blog about my time in New Orleans, I have traveled through Texas, and then into New Mexico, ending up in Arizona. Now, I am camped literally on the border of Arizona and Utah on the banks of Lake Powell, surrounded by a myriad of rock formations from mesas to buttes, and from caves to arches. The rocks have a remarkable energy all their own. I have never lived in such a place before. I am in awe of these ancient rocks.

As I explore the area around Page, Arizona in the middle of the Glen Canyon National Recreation Area, I discover that this area is called the Grand Circle because it includes the highest concentration of American scenic parklands. Within this circle, there are more than a dozen National Park lands in the states of Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico and Utah including some of the most amazing national parks – the Grand Canyon, Petrified Forest, Zion, Bryce Canyon, Capitol Reef, Arches, Canyonlands, and Mesa Verde. I feel like I have stepped into a sacred circle, honoring the ancient wisdom of the Native Americans with the incredible beauty of these natural wonders.

In my discovery of the Grand Circle, I began to see how I am creating my own circle around this great country. Beginning my RV cross country journey in Massachusetts, I am traveling around the country, and will be making a full circle, back to Cape Cod once again in late summer/early fall of 2015.

It also reminds me of the grand tours of Europe that people in the past would go on often celebrating the coming of age of one of their young family members. Nowadays, people often make similar journeys around Europe after they graduate from college, or on a honeymoon to celebrate the beginning of their marriage. They too are celebrating a new stage of their lives.

Perhaps, I am making my own Grand Circle around this country, celebrating the next phase of my life. After going through so many endings, I now stand at the brink of a new beginning. It still remains to be seen where the new beginning may lead me. But here I am on the journey of living an awakened life. I am still surprised by life, and what I discover along the way in the people that I meet, and the places that I see. If I can look at everyone and everything with fresh eyes, I may begin to see that I am living in a whole new way.

I invite all of you to create your own Grand Circle this Spring. Since it’s your own creation, imagine your own circle whether it’s becoming a parent, celebrating the life cycle of a child; or starting a new business which has a life of its own.

My circle of the country continues as I step into the Grand Circle of the Southwest, feeling honored to be surrounded by the wisdom of these ancient lands.  And so the journey continues.

By Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A. © 2015

Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A., CHT is a Certified Hypnotherapist, Western Astrologer and Author who counsels clients through her business of Iris Holistic Counseling Services on the road at She has published the self-help book, The Healing Path of the Romantic: Type Four of the Enneagram Personality Type System and a novel, Clara & Irving: A Love Story of Past Lives, based on the true story of a Romantic. Both books are available in a print and Kindle edition on ♥

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From the Country to the City of New Orleans

French Quarter for Mardi Gras

I’ve now been living on the road since the end of December, 2014. In two months’ time, I’ve lived in four different places – which isn’t a lot of places, but the diversity of the places has been quite interesting. I began to notice a pattern in the moving between these places that has been with me my whole adult life. The only difference now is that the pattern seems to be speeding up – what used to take place from four to 10 years, is now happening in four weeks to less than a week.

The pattern began when I graduated from high school in my little hometown of Onset on Cape Cod, and headed to college in Boston. For 17 years, I had lived in one home for my entire childhood. I had no idea that once I started moving that I would be moving for the rest of my life.

The pattern began to become evident after I moved a couple of times. It seemed that I would move from the city to the country, and then back again to the city, and so on. The country places weren’t always rustic country, but they were a lot quieter, and the cities were definitely busy hubs of activities with more people than my little hometown.
The funny thing is that I felt an attraction to both – the city and the country. I could see the gifts of the city – the culture, the diversity of people and experiences, and the opportunities for learning; as well as the gifts of the country – the peacefulness, the proximity to nature, and the spaciousness that was hard to come by in the city. I often wondered if I could find a place that captured all of those attributes that I enjoyed in the city and the country.

In these two months, I left my little hometown of Onset on Cape Cod once again, and headed south to Florida for my first stop on this journey around the country. The RV Park was medium-size as far as parks go, and the city was a smaller city. It felt peaceful there, and yet, it was close to activities, but not as busy as some of the other cities on the east coast of Florida.

Next, I headed south for a week’s stay near Fort Lauderdale. Here was the city – an abundance of restaurants, stores, beaches, and people, who were escaping the winter weather from Canada to the Northeast, and from the Midwest, and everywhere in between. As I drove around the palm-lined streets with one strip mall after another, I felt like I was back in the San Francisco Bay area, living in San Jose, the biggest, spread-out city that I had ever lived in. For a week, it was fun, and stimulating, and certainly entertaining.

After my week in the city, I was back on the road once again, heading northwest for a stay at an RV park up near the Florida panhandle. As I got closer to the park, the busy cities began to disappear, and fields started to show up with horses, cows, and goats. I couldn’t believe it – I was back in the country once again. The RV Park felt like it was in an old, southern woods with ancient oaks, dripping with gray moss. Swamps outlined the borders of the park with their vine-wrapped trees, and long-legged herons, fishing for their dinner. I felt like I had slipped into the Deep South.

The residents at the park were from different places around this country and Canada. They were open and friendly just the way I remembered from other country homes in Westport, MA and Grass Valley, CA. I had to smile since I had no preconceived notion what the park would be like. But along with the country-setting, there were also challenges – my cell phone didn’t work at the RV Park, the internet was sketchy, and the nearest movie theatre was 45 minutes away. Cafes were also hard to come by, and the only coffee shop that I found, happened to be a Dunkin Donuts in a Walmart. After a week’s stay, it was time to move on again.

This time, I left the state of Florida behind which felt a little like leaving my home state. I had been there for a month and a half, and now, it was time to cross state lines. With a confirmed reservation, and a famous destination in mind, I crossed a couple of state lines, from Florida to Alabama, and from Mississippi to Louisiana to arrive just in time for “the biggest party ever,” the Mardi Gras of New Orleans.

Staying outside the city of New Orleans, I am still calling this a city experience. After just over a week of being here, I am still processing everything I have seen and experienced. Even though I have seen New Orleans in movies, and read about the Mardi Gras festivities, nothing prepared me for the reality of the event. I have been to parades in towns, celebrating holidays from Fourth of July to Christmas, from Veterans Day to the Harvest Moon; but I don’t think I had experienced a parade until now.

I thought Mardi Gras in New Orleans, Louisiana (NOLA) was a couple of parades. I had no idea that the season of merriment began on January 6th which is Twelfth night and the feast of Epiphany, and lasted all the way to Fat Tuesday, which is always held on the day before Ash Wednesday.

I had no idea that the Mardi Gras of NOLA included over 50 parades in a three-parish (county) area with over 1,000 floats, 600 marching bands, 3,800 total parade units, and over 125 Carnival balls (thrown by each Krewe, the private clubs, that organize and sponsor the parades.)

I had no idea that some of the Krewes dedicated the parades to different gods and goddesses in Roman, Greek and Egyptian mythology. When I opened up the Mardi Gras schedule and saw the list of parades, I knew I had to see the parades for Selene, the Goddess of the Moon, which took place in the evening; and Iris, the Goddess of the Rainbow, whose parade took place near high noon.

I cannot begin to capture the magic of these parades. To attend my first Mardi Gras parade at night with the image of the goddess Selene, leading the way, was surreal. This parade was held in the city of Slidell in the suburbs of New Orleans where I have been staying. Families lined the parade route with their cars, chairs, barbecue grills, and even a burning log. They had marked their spaces early in the day, and at night, they stood by the parade route adorned in masks and costumes of all kinds.

As the floats filed down the route interspersed with marching bands, and dance troupes, the energy of the parade escalated. From one float to another, the beads and gifts seemed to multiply. An older couple adopted my husband, Jim, and I when they heard it was our first Mardi Gras. Every time, the beads began to fly, they would catch them, and place them ceremoniously over our heads. I left the parade that night, weighed down with an assortment of colored beads. There were the favored bead colors of purple (justice), green (faith), and gold (power), intermingled with the special beads of the parade – the silver beads of Selene, necklaces of grapes, and strings of imitation pearls.

It was Friday, the 13th day, a favored day for any goddess. At that parade, I became enchanted with the customs of the Mardi Gras. The next day, I woke up early to head for New Orleans – my first trip into the city for my first day parade on Valentine’s Day, honoring Iris, the Goddess of the Rainbow.

For years, I’ve had a special relationship with Iris. I named my business after Iris, the Goddess of the Rainbow, and felt a special connection with the myth of Iris as a messenger of the gods. I couldn’t believe that I was going to see a parade in her honor.

As I joined the throng of people in the heart of New Orleans, I could feel the excitement of the Mardi Gras. The city was waking up as the parade goers multiplied, decked out in costumes that I have only seen at Halloween parties, or special masked balls. Every other person wore some colorful outfit, displaying their individuality and their desire to be part of the party. People wore hats, rainbow-colored tutus, and masks of all kinds, strolling down the city streets or riding on their bikes. I was in awe. I had never seen anything like this in a public event.

The Iris parade topped all my expectations as one float after another showed up. They were celebrating all the different kinds of parties that you can image – at least 36 of them, from a Garden Party to a Beach Party, from a Bridal Shower to a Baby Shower, and on and on, they rolled by on the city streets. These two-tier floats were covered in decorations for their theme and carried women on the floats, dressed up and bestowing beads and gifts on the crowds. The parade goers would extend their arms, and beads, cups, coins, and other special gifts would rain down upon them.

After several floats went by, I left to explore more of the city, visiting the quaint French Quarter, and the infamous Bourbon Street – all entertaining in their own way. Later in the week, I came back for yet another visit, only to find people still celebrating Mardi Gras in the city of New Orleans.

I was struck by the contrasts of the city. On that Saturday after Ash Wednesday, I walked into the St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square as the church bells finished ringing in Vespers at 5 o’clock. The huge church was filled with people, listening to their Lenten service. Not being Catholic, I didn’t stay long, but stepped outside to find the church surrounded by music and mayhem. The difference between the two settings struck me with its duality – the church with its message of fasting, and the streets still alive with merriment and feasting.

The city of New Orleans is very much a city of dualities, and yet, they all seem to co-exist – the ancient traditions with the new customs. Mardi Gras was certainly an experience not to be missed, and yet, I don’t feel a need to repeat the experience. How could another Mardi Gras top my first experience with this holiday extravaganza? For me, it’s onto the next stop on my journey, wondering if it will be a city, or a country experience. Either way, it’s not about the destination, but all about the journey of living on the road. Let the good times roll.

By Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A. © 2015

Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A., CHT is a Certified Hypnotherapist, Western Astrologer and Author who counsels clients through her business of Iris Holistic Counseling Services on the road at She has published the self-help book, The Healing Path of the Romantic: Type Four of the Enneagram Personality Type System and a novel, Clara & Irving: A Love Story of Past Lives, based on the true story of a Romantic. Both books are available in a print and Kindle edition on ♥

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Living the Dream

Donna with the Bighorn in Onset, MA

Before heading out on the road on my year-long adventure, I heard similar comments from many people  when I told them about my plans to travel around the country in an RV. Many people told me, “I’ve always wanted to do that;” “That’s the way to see the country;” “That would be my favorite way to travel;” and the all-time favorite, “That’s always been my dream.”

That’s when it came to me. I am not just living one of my dreams, but I am living this dream for many others. Many people aren’t able to travel like this because they still have family and work obligations. They have children to take care of, and homes and businesses. They still have parents that need their time and attention.

Being in a unique position – without children, without parents anymore, without a home, and without 9 – 5 jobs – my husband, Jim, and I are free to travel, creating work and making money along the way. Of course, it’s also a test for our marriage of 30 something years. The issues of most couples seem to become amplified in the smaller space of RV living. How much time to spend together, and apart? How do we still manage to have our own interests and activities? And how do we juggle our work schedules? How do we honor each other’s personal needs? The list goes on.

So far, I haven’t met any working couples in the RV world. Most of them at our first stop on the treasure coast in Florida seem to be retired, and escaping the colder, northern climates. They seem to still have homes to go back to, and children, and grandchildren who are still a big part of their lives. In time, I am sure I will meet others who are living the full-time RV life, and learn how they manage all of the above.

My full-time RV life began two days after Christmas. In the fall, I was living part of the time in the RV, and the rest of the time in my family home which my sister is now buying. I would do work, cook meals, and shower in the family home, and then go into the RV at night to watch TV, and sleep. Slowly, I moved my belongings into the RV, while I stored the rest in a permanent shed in the backyard of my family home. Just after Christmas, I made the final plans to leave, hoping that I was bringing what I thought I might need for this adventure on the road.

The New Year of 2015 began for me on the road. Two days after Christmas, I began my journey, heading south. It was a quiet start. The day that Jim and I were leaving New England, my throat felt scratchy, and then I lost my voice altogether for about 3 days. The first two weeks in Florida, I was recovering, and still have a lingering cough. I felt like I was continuing the clearing and letting go of the past year through my physical body. I also felt like being silent so my wish came true.

Living the awakened life on the road is different from staying in one place. As we drove from  New England to Florida, we stayed in different hotels, and one night, in the Walmart parking lot, surrounded by other RVers who were also making that journey south. We were literally joining a flock of snowbirds, escaping the cold, wintry weather of the north.

The flock of birds multiplied as we entered the southern states. In Virginia, I began to see more RVs on the highway. They came from all states including the provinces of Canada. We passed people from Minnesota, Michigan, Kansas, Iowa, and many from New Jersey and New York. The driving also seemed easier as we left the weather-beaten roads of the northern states behind. The highway drivers seemed to spread out more, and the rest areas became larger and more expansive with plenty of room to park alongside the trucks.

The day before New Year’s Eve, we arrived at our first destination on the treasure coast of Florida. The former owners of the RV had referred the park to us. Not personally knowing any other parks, we followed their advice. For almost four weeks now, we’ve been living in a gated community of RVers – all shapes and sizes, but mainly the big rigs are here. Some are here for the whole winter, and have personalized their living spaces with lawn furniture, plants, hanging lanterns, and painted signs with their names, and funny slogans.

The view from my RV window is one of palm trees, and an over-grown woods behind the border of the park. Once and a while, a cow lets out a bellow in the woods. There are birds that hover around the trees, and a squirrel runs along the fence. These animals have been part of my yard for the past month, but this coming week-end, we’re getting ready to head further south to the next stop on our journey, near Fort Lauderdale.

I’ve enjoyed my month here in this little seacoast town of Fort Pierce, Florida. I’ve spent time with family and friends, visited the beaches, walked along the marinas, enjoyed the shops and theatre downtown, and hung out at the Tiki bar on the wharf; but now, it’s time to fold up the caravan and move along.

The journey continues, and as a sign at the Kennedy Space Center read, “The adventure has only just begun.” Until we meet again on the road less traveled. (Except in Florida, it seems to be a road that many are traveling in the winter.)

Happy New Year from the east coast of Florida.
By Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A. © 2015

Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A., CHT is a Certified Hypnotherapist, Western Astrologer and Author who counsels clients through her business of Iris Holistic Counseling Services on the road at She has published the self-help book, The Healing Path of the Romantic: Type Four of the Enneagram Personality Type System and a novel, Clara & Irving: A Love Story of Past Lives, based on the true story of a Romantic. Both books are available in a print and Kindle edition on ♥

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On the Road

Tree-lined driveway

In about six weeks’ time, I will be starting my new lifestyle on the road. I have been waking up over the years in homes where I have lived from 17 years to 4 years, 10 years to 6 years, and recently 10 years again. But in the coming year, I will be moving all around this amazing country, and literally and figuratively waking up in different places from a month to a few weeks, and in some places, just a one night-stand.

Honestly, I am anxious about this journey on the road. I waver between excitement to what was I thinking?! I am traveling with my new RV home. Like a turtle with his shell on his back, I am bringing my home with me. It will be my only home. I don’t have a home to go back to. This is it – my turtle shell. I am sharing this shell with my husband who happens to be a Cancer, the sun sign of the crab. I think he may be more comfortable with this idea of living in a shell. I am a Libra, and enjoy living in a peaceful and beautiful space. I am certain that I will find some of those spaces on the road, but then I wonder about those nights, spent in the Walmart parking lot, or a mere several miles away from the Mardi Gras celebration of New Orleans. Will I find peace and beauty in those moments?! Or will I have to dig deep once again into my personal tools and resources, and remember to be present with all that is happening and unfolding around me in the moment.

In this coming year, I know I will be challenged and stretched to my breaking point at times. I also know that I will be held spellbound by the immensity and beauty of this great country that I live in. From the rolling, emerald hills, to the stark, sandy deserts, and from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and everything in between, I know I will be marveling at the scenery of this country. I know I will treasure those simple moments of having breakfast in a diner in the Midwest, to eating alfresco by the gulf. I will relish hearing all those different accents, and laugh when they try to pinpoint my own accent when they see the South Dakota plates on my vehicles.

In time, I will find a way to share my story of where I came from, and how I ended up on this cross-country journey, feeling too young to be considered a retiree, and too old to be traveling around the country to find myself. I have spent years finding myself, and know that it has nothing to do with where you’re living, or who you’re living with. That journey is definitely an inner journey, and the one, I will be taking this coming year is an outer journey, but who knows?! It may be a combination of both.

Next time, I write this blog. I will be getting ready to head south, leaving New England behind, and making my way down the east coast. I hope to write more often once I am on the road, sharing my insights and glimpses of my new life. I also hope to meet up with some of you wherever you may be living around the country. Please let me know when I am close to your home, and we can meet up on the road. In the meantime, I hope your holidays are awakening. Next time I write, I will be Living the Awakened Life on the Road.

By Donna Fisher-Jackson, M.A. © 2014

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