I can hardly sleep at all!
I think that is from a poem somewhere - or s Smothers Brothers bit. It all gets jumbled up in my mind these days.
I leave tomorrow at 5 am. I am going on a 2500 mile roadtrip. Currently, I have no plans. No reservations. Nothing. I have an airline ticket and a rental car. That is all. I am so fucking excited.
I am anticipating who I will be on this trip. I never travel like this and come back as the same person. My last trip was wonderful but I was still tangled up in that shit show of a relationship, and looking back now, while I needed the time to really get free, I also am sad that I went to Ireland so locked down, so shut off. I am in a different head space today. I actually feel like I can tolerate people...so that is a huge improvement.
There is something so freeing about being on the open road. Driving aimlessly while you navigate the world. You, the landscape, your thoughts, God. It is something very life confirming for me. Something I need to do from time to time. It is like there are pieces of myself I am not able to access without a great deal of drive time. Somehow the driving acts like some sort of steady repetition that allows my brain to sink deeper into some sort of God consciousness.
And it all begins tomorrow!
I have been to lower New England but never Vermont, New Hampshire or Maine and I have to report it feels like a soul calling. I know, I know, all my travel is a soul calling. But it is. Me and the open road grants me access to parts of myself I shut away from myself. Driving, really seeing, singing, taking it all in is just this magical alchemical change for me.
I love Fall and Fall in New England is a pretty epic thing. I feel like it is kind of Mecca for the season. And I am going there tomorrow! Fuck, I have a lot to do.
Oh, and I have plotted out as many covered bridges as I can fit into my route. So stay tuned for that. I love covered bridges...true story, my daughter and I once ended up miles out of our way because I saw a sign on the road side that said “covered bridge” and then an arrow. I had no idea if it is was still there, how far it was off course or anything. I just turned. She was napping and woke up to find me feverishly photographing the old relic. She was like, “where are we??” I responded excitedly, “LOOK WHAT I FOUND!” She was like, “great a covered bridge...can we move on now?” And we did eventually move on, but not before I took no less than 100 photos. So be prepared for that...it is gonna be covered bridges kind of trip...
So I will be checking in as I make my way to Nova Scotia and back. I think I am going to be writing in the evening to save daylight, I mean it is hard to see Fall foliage when you are driving in the dark. I am so excited, anticipating and open. Life is such a grand adventure and I am so grateful for my life and all the many wonderful escapes, antics, romps, and capers I have been afforded in my life.
Here’s to New England in the Fall...may it grant me access to it all.
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