I like to fly. The act of travel is a challenge to my body, energy, and introvert-four-planets-in the -twelfth-house psyche. I love airports, and though flying is uncomfortable, it’s over quickly and you can get grounded and settled in your destination a day after leaving home.
So yeah, I like to fly. But somehow, the road trip is a recurring narrative in my life. I’ve done so many of them, Great ones, too, like the classic Route 66 trip from Chicago to L.A.. The old highway mostly doesn’t exist anymore, but you can hit most of the destinations on the Interstate. I’ve crossed the US twice, and Canada coast to coast twice (that is a LONG road trip!) I’ve been up and down the West Coast, and I’ve even driven from Luxembourg south to Lyon then across the Alps to Florence and back again.
Although I may prefer to fly, the road trip is woven into my history and my psyche and has been for me a crucible for transformation.
There’s a reason there isn’t a whole genre of movies about plane rides. Road trips make great stories because they are great catalysts for inner change and growth.
They have all the hallmarks of a mythic journey of transformation. You are taken out of your daily routine, you become an outlander, a traveler. You see each new place with wide eyes,you are flung out of your comfort zone and into a place of fresh wonder and curiosity.
You experience boredom, discomfort and fear, followed closely by awe, excitement, and yearning. And if you are lucky, in the end, you are transformed by the landscapes and experiences through which you travel.
So, we’re taking a break from our regularly scheduled programming here at The Artful Life, because I’m on the road.
I am literally on the road now as I write, cruising the Redwood Highway, about 200 miles north of San Francisco. We’ve just emerged from the giant redwood forests and are driving in the sun through a fertile valley full of marshes, scrubby poplar trees and small farm homesteads.
We’re driving down the West Coast from our home on Vancouver Island to my daughter’s home in Venice Beach, California. It has been 16 years since we made this drive. And yes, I expect to be transformed. I am traveling back into the habitat of my former self – by visiting her old places, I will know better who I am now, and that will be both an empowerment and a letting go.
I’m going to do my best to document this journey and its transformations here – and if you want the daily updates, do follow me on Instagram, @theartfullife where you can share glimpses of my adventures as they happen.
Also I have an extra special treat planned for you. On our way home we’ll be stopping in Portland so I can do a little informal interview and studio visit to share with you, with one of my favourite artists/bloggers/artful women. I can’t wait to meet her and share our meeting with you! More details on that soon!
Have you ever taken a road trip? Were you transformed?
And a reminder – Registration for my Artful Island July Retreat closes on June 14, so you only have a few more days to sign up! The retreat too will be a transformational journey, a time out of time. If it calls to you, I hope you will join us.