Traveling . . .
I’ve been on the road now over a month, part of it alone and
others spent with friends along the way.
Parts of it different than what I might have imagined while other parts
of it were exactly what I knew it would be.
There is the good and bad, the bitter sweetness that is life as we know
it. This journey wasn’t necessarily
wanted but circumstances made it the right thing to do. To take a break from what was the norm and go
in search of something out there beyond the horizon I have seen every day. I have been fortunate to have had several
friends along the way to share time and conversations with. To have fellowship and time to just “be” with
no agendas or needs getting in the way.
I think everyone should travel alone at some point in their
life, ideally for at least a month. You
learn so much about yourself, you develop an inner confidence that you can’t
find at home, nor when you’re surrounded with people you’re comfortable with. You become stronger, more emotionally
aware yet also so much more resilient. You
become a warmer soul, yet also far less inclined to take any sh٭t from people. I’ve always thought myself warm but on the
road meeting people along the way open you to listen more when talking with
those met each day along the way. That
quick cup of coffee at five o’clock in the morning as you refuel talking with
the attendant who may have been there all night or just coming to work who seem
starved for conversation. You learn a
new level of appreciation for the opportunities you’ve had, and hopefully you
realize that to waste them is a crime. You
find purpose in the freedom. All are positive
changes to your psyche and well-being.
But to travel alone all the time is to miss something
integral to humanity. We need connections to the people we care
about. Travel isn’t only about seeing another historic town, or ancient
church. It’s about sharing life changing
experiences together, growing with people, solidifying friendships, and
most of all creating memories. And it
takes at least two people to do that.
So you ask me which I prefer. I would choose to travel with friends every
day of the week, the ‘real world’ often gets in the way of that, but from the
depth of my heart, the travels I’ve had with people I care about are
literally the best experiences of my whole life. And I’d guess it’s the same for a lot of
people who travel.
Witnessing all the beauty the world has to offer is a privilege
few people receive. Don’t waste it. Speak to people close to you, make a plan to
travel, be sincere, hit the road solo, learn, live and love. Then reconnect, travel together and watch,
experience and appreciate the world together. Because after all “Happiness is only real when
shared”.
Spending time in the Pacific Northwest has been
interesting. Not exactly as I had
imagined with still a small town feel here in Gresham (suburb of
Portland). There is a nice little main
street town with several shops, restaurants with outside tables and an area
where you can walk feeling safe and welcome.
I’ve been working with my hands again and that feels really good to see
the fruits of your labor as the finished project wraps up. The aches and pains each day of hard work
feels good for a change and I think it is because it was of my own choosing and
not something that was “for the company” or whatever. It was for me to do to take an idea that was
given to me, hopefully improve it with a final product that exceeds everyone’s
expectations.
There is still more to see and do here, several other
friends who I have not had a chance to catch up with. I think a day trip to Mt. St. Helens on a
clear day is in order before I leave the area as it did have an impact in my
life so many years ago seeing it in all its beauty just before the big
explosion. I think it will be a fitting
reminder of our lives and how timing is everything on our journeys.
Placido Flamingo is well but this post is my thoughts on
traveling and he can tell you his in another post. He is lounging in the hot tub with a new
friend the last couple days.
Ice
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