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One of the appeals of the old fashioned road trip is, of course, the temporary illusion of being able to outrun whatever is wrong in your ordinary life. . . . or maybe just to abandon and outrun ordinary life itself for a little while.
That's what I'm feeling right now. I have a day and a half of work left, then a dentist appointment, and then I start driving, and I keep going for more than 400 miles. The fact that a significant spiritual transition will be part of the journey is a profound part of the appeal, but right now I'd be happy just to be going.
On the road. By myself. Long, long trip.
I'm ready.
That's what I'm feeling right now. I have a day and a half of work left, then a dentist appointment, and then I start driving, and I keep going for more than 400 miles. The fact that a significant spiritual transition will be part of the journey is a profound part of the appeal, but right now I'd be happy just to be going.
On the road. By myself. Long, long trip.
I'm ready.
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Date: 2008-07-01 08:43 pm (UTC)I took one of those journeys about 10 months ago. It wasn't near the distance you are going, only about 75 miles from here.
I wanted to see the Caddo Indian mounds. And not in a touristy context, although they give guided tours of them all over my state.
I wanted to be close to a place where one of my blood ancestors had walked. Years ago, Caddo Indians made their homes in the foothills of the Ouachita Mountains and built their mounds.
I chose a spot off the beaten path and sat in the grass under some trees. I could see the mounds in the distance (they are protected by fences and locked gates now), and I just sat and watched.
And listened. To the whispers of the wind on a hot and sunny August afternoon.
That night, I had wonderful dreams.
I wish for you a wonderful journey, and equally wonderful dreams.
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Date: 2008-07-01 09:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-01 09:47 pm (UTC)Although they weren't part of that trip, the places that in and of themselves replenish me are the northern North Carolina mountains. I go there when I need my soul restored.
I wish you a wonderful drive, and much fulfillment in the transition.