I love a road trip. I love the things I see, really see, you know, that deep down in your soul kind of sight, while moving across the landscape.
I’ve taken many road trips with my husband and recently road tripped across the country with my daughter. I used to road trip with my four kids in tow. I’ve road tripped up and down the Oregon coast on a couple occasions with different girlfriends. My parents took me and my siblings on more road trips than I can count when we were kids and were still at it when we were in our teens. When you are with someone, there are delicious conversations, spontaneous bouts of singing, long, comfortable silences, many laughs and lots of getting to the heart of things. There is such joy in that – and joy is so powerful.
I’ve driven by myself many times. I love the changing scenery, the appreciation for the country that is my home, the spontaneous stops along the way, and the awareness of my place beneath the sun as the hours move from daylight to sunset.
But what I really love is the solitude. What I really come to see, in those hours of silence is how great all that luxurious time is for thoughts and feelings, intuitive insights and dreams to simply meander, like the road. Silence is so powerful and rejuvenating.
I’m never bored on a road trip. How could you be when there’s so much beauty in the world? It doesn’t matter what the weather presents – it’s all a gift.
WHEN YOU REALIZE HOW PERFECT EVERYTHING IS
YOU WILL TILT YOUR HEAD BACK
AND LAUGH AT THE SKY.
I wish you the gift of a road trip now and then, the calming influence of wide open spaces, and hours when you don’t speak to anyone, at all, about anything, which, if you’re like me, helps you to “see” the benefit of tilting your head back to laugh in gratitude at the sky.