Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.
It's late...or early, depending on your perspective.
I'm just back in from a road trip with 2 of 8, back from a whirlwind weekend of traveling to a Cecchetti Ballet exam and conference. 2 of 8 had a marvelous time, spending fantastic instruction time with master teachers, learning new technique and honing her skills.
And I drove up and down the highway, shuttling my sweet dancer between where we were staying and where the conference was held.
And then we drove many more miles back home.
My path to becoming a road warrior is littered with the memories of road trips past. As a kid, I spent many an hour in the back seat of the Chevy Impala, traveling the highways and byways to many of our nation's gorgeous national parks. When we moved across the country at the end of my first grade year, that transition took place from my vantage point in the back left passenger seat of our metallic gray Mustang.
And the last five years of multiple moves situated multiple miles apart have solidified my title as a Drivin' Mama.
Spring is the season when we hit the road again to take 2 of 8 to her various dance intensives and competitions. And I find that, while I hate the packing up process and all the chaos that seems to entail regardless of all my planning, the actual time on the road can be very sweet. 2 of 8 and I usually take the younger kids and once they are quiet and hypnotized by a video, 2 of 8 and I actually have a chance to have uninterrupted conversations. Conversations about trivial things. Conversations about deep things. Times of quiet, listening to great music. Times of laughter. All as the miles tick by.
It is said that for some individuals, the process of driving quiets the brain. And for my frenetic mind, this has certainly held true. It has been in those late night hours, watching white lines slide rhythmically beneath my tires that my mind quiets and strolls, resting a bit on this thought, looking at that thought from a different angle. My left brain is engaged in the concentrated effort of aligning the visual information of the road and the dashboard with the kinestetic needs of the steering wheel and the foot pedals. And while that analytical part of myself is kept engaged in the busy work of driving, my right brain can enjoy the quiet and take in the view of the inside of my heart.
An enlightening road trip indeed.
Are you a driver? Do you crave the quiet and solitude of the open road? Or would you rather have your teeth pulled out with pliers than have to spend time conquering the asphalt? Do you look at a trip of a few hundred miles as a driveable little jaunt or do you refuse any other mode than an airplane if your destination starts pushing triple digit miles? Write your own post on this topic and put the url of that post and your name in the Mister Linky's box below or leave your thoughts in the comment box.