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Monday, May 17, 2010
Southwest Ho!
In keeping with my facing your fears theme, I decided to tackle this issue I have with both feet being perpetually encased in virtual cement.so, taDAH, virtual jackhammer out, am blasting away my lack of oomph so there is no other choice but to step outside Ye Olde Comforte Zone and... embark on a 2 week solo (ooooooohscarrrry) road trip from Vancouver- south, west, turn left at or around San Diego-ish, hotfoot it to Arizona, do a little pilgrimage to Taos ,New Mexico (ok, it's to soak in the desert, the sun, the art, the je ne sais quoi)..and the rest will be revealed.
It was recently brought to my attention by those wiser than myself that if we explore our creative side (yup we ALL have one), it will bring us closer to happiness, spirituality and, well it just makes life way more interesting and exciting. So this trip is going to be about blogging, taking photos, and really looking at my surroundings, since I tend to live life with blinkers on. Really big, cumbersome ones that keep me on the safe stuckinthemud path, cutting off peripheral- AKA creative- thoughts..So each entry on this trip will reveal 1- the moment of the day and 2- the photo of the day. Now with the huge amount of mileage I need to cover, I fear that the moment of the day may be the point where I realize my butt is numb from 12 hrs driving, and the photo of the day may be that suspicious lump/growing blood clot in my calf from all that sitting around in the car. But let's hope for something more readable..adventures happen when you least expect them. Like today, at one of the 5 rest stops I was at (today is DAY 1), on the 12 hour commute between Vancouver, BC and Medford, Oregon, I saw this man with a huge black pet rat on a leash, ugly as sin, with a matted coat that looked like it hadn't quite rinsed out even half the conditioner..it may also have been a small dog, but the rat story sounds more interesting so I'm sticking with that. Or a story about how I'm carting SEVEN electronic devices along-all very wholesome, I might add: 1- Camera, 2- laptop, 3- cell, 4- bluetooth headset,5-iPod Touch, 6- digital tape recorder for great blog ideas while driving (um,sorry, looks like that idea's a bust so far ) and 7..wait for it...my trustworthy TomTom- a GPS programmed with the voice of "Bonnie" (imagine the voice of a 38 yr old office temp who really has the ability to be an admin assistant but can never quite get that break and won't let you forget it). I am routinely scared to the point of palpitations when , after a long stretch of straight highway and no Bonnie Prompts, she suddenly loudly barks "TURN SHARPLY NOW". But even more troubling are my conversations with "Shake Your Bon Bon"(my pet name for her), usually retorts filled with expletives after she scares the beejeebus outta me.
So back to the trip idea. I was calling it the very presumptuous Artist's Journey, but I kinda like "Freedom Tour", the name a couple of my nurse friends are referring to it as . (Sorry for ending that last sentence with a preposition, I think my Grade 5 English teacher just shifted a little in her grave).
So on to business.
MOMENT OF THE DAY- after 12 hrs of driving, the last two in torrential downpours over a mountain pass, descending into the valley and Medford, and there,rising majestically and taking no prisoners, jutting up through the clouds in the distance ( like a perfect movie backdrop ) was a stunningly beautiful perfectly snowcapped Mount Ashland. (It deserved a much prettier name than that, rather than one that reminded me of that bigshot lion with a God complex in that English kids' movie)
PHOTO OF THE DAY- these lusciously green rolling hills, speaking of England, with gravity- defying trees .
I like to think that those trees are facing their fears too, daring to grow toward the best light they can capture, with the wind at their backs.
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Sounds amazing so far! I am eager to hear what Bonnie has to say along the way and if she too is exploring her inner-creative side...
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