Road Trip

Jul. 1st, 2008 12:28 pm
qos: (Outside - Travel)
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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.

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Date: 2008-07-01 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpchick.livejournal.com
Enjoy your time away.

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)
From: [identity profile] qos.livejournal.com
Thank you for your sharing and for your good wishes.

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Date: 2008-07-01 09:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elevengirl.livejournal.com
I understand the need to "run away." I remember about 15 years ago, shortly after my mother's second stroke, I had a chance to come back to my home (from being at hers) for a few days. The distance is around 150 miles. As I drove, I realized the tension was lifting from my shoulders.

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.
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