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Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Beauty Of The Open Road

Solitude is truly precious.  I live for those moments when I can be alone and unfettered.  This may sound a little corny, but I think that solitude is so important so that we can feel quiet and peaceful within ourselves.

There is a lot of stress we must deal with from day to day.  There is mostly bad news on TV, the radio, and even the search engine page you see each day when you fire up your computer.  We never seem to get enough sleep, or "catch up." 

I have two very demanding children, who talk, shout, fight, and want something constantly.  Sometimes I feel as though I'm always pushing that boulder up the hill, endlessly.  And then the magic moment arrives when I can be alone. 

Today, I took great lungfull's (yeah, it's my word) of air, and hopped in my little green "contour," which by now is a geriatric automobile. I love being alone in my car, music playing, feeling the peaceful hum of the machine, and hearing the sound of the wind against the windows.  I like being on the highway at night, when there aren't many other cars on the road with me, with a bright moon riding alongside.  I like driving when that first, tentative snow of the season begins to fall; not enough to cover the road, but more like a whisper of what's to come, in the form of tiny white lights racing to my windshield.  I love cruising along the highway on a sunny afternoon.  Did you know that when the sun is bright enough the road actually sparkles?

In my car I can sing as loud as I want.  I can swear as much as I want.  I can laugh as loud as I want.  I can even scream and cry with noone around to see me, if I really, really need to, and I can be silent. 

Today it was just me, my faithful car, the road, and music, and right now, I've found a great cd.  Have a listen. 

"Sigh No More" by Mumford and Sons, from their album "Sigh No More"

Love it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be

There is a design, an alignment, a cry

Of my heart to see
The beauty of love as it was made to be


  1. Escape in a vehicle with music should NEVER be underestimated.

    I have used my vehicle also for escape unfortunately that vehicle also had to bring me back home to face whatever was happening, but it was good, very good to leave.

    I like your line "with the moon riding beside me"

    I have often thought that, and can remember driving home(as a child) at night in the back of the station wagon laying inbetween the seats watching the moon ride alongside.

    Music is good I like those guys...

    Karen some of your posts are truly epic..and I have not told you before but some lines just kill me. The one about the hair helmet...jeez I love how your mind describes....

  2. Hmmm.. Interesting. I recall when I introduced you to Mumford & Sons and you declared you didn't LIKE them. WELL WELL WELL my pretty sistA! Look who proved victorious in getting you on the Mumford & Sons bandwagon! KUDOS to me... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

    Sorry. I couldn't resist. :)

    And BOY can I relate to the love of driving around. When I first got my license I was constantly going for that ride to no where in particular. Great. :)


  3. Berries, thanks. I like spitting out supposedly "epic" lines.
    You have just written out one of the same memories I have as a child--coming home from a long drive with my family, in the back of the station wagon looking up at the moon and that night sky as it seemed to keep pace with the car. Wow. That's what I was thinking when I wrote this too.

  4. Yes, yes, Nerdo. You're glee and smugness were palpable all the way over here. Okay, you win THIS TIME. Ha ha. Yeah, I have great memories of driving around this old city very, very late at night, or very, very early in the morning depending how you look at it, with no other cars on the road just enjoying the peacefulness.

  5. Did you lay down inbetween the front facing back seat and the waaay in the back seat?

    Can you imagind your kids with NO SEAT belt?

    We must have driven our parents mad.

  6. in our station wagon, we had the front "bench" style seat, and the back seat folded over to make a long "bed" in the back. I remember lying on that with a blankey as we drove along, and you're right--NO SEATBELTS!

  7. yes I do know
    (about the "sparkles" thingy).

  8. I'd like to add a couple of personal elements to your story - storm-chasing and late night/early morning dessert stops.


    Tried both again on different nights this summer, the dessert thing was actually in my old home town (where else? - certainly not my new home town!) It's enjoying the little, basic, almost trivial things that make the difference between surviving and thriving.


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