I'm on the open road again. I surprised myself with this trip - deciding upon an almost 2 week road trip with no notice and no planning. Finalizing things four days before I left...
These past months, I've had a bad case of writer's block. It's some deep emotional wounds. (And here I thought I was *done* with the deep self whatever after last year's Ph.D in grief.) I tried powering through it for a few weeks... deadlines, self-flagellation - it didn't work. I switched to kindness, understanding, compassion for myself. A slight improvement, but not the results I crave, desire, NEED!!!!! My timeline doesn't matter. Things are happening at their own pace and I'm not in charge.
Staying home was not working. Talking with my dad about an upcoming trip, he suggested I drive. That it might be a good change of pace. I liked that idea. The open road is my best medicine.
I left my beloved City of Angeles yesterday. First kiss was deep in the Mojave - Pearblossom Highway. Damn, I love the Mojave. Then Barstow, Baker's Mad Greek - memories of a favorite Fantasy Novel - until I hit Las Vegas. I invoke the medicine of the open road - Bruce Chatwin, Hunter Thompson, Tim Powers. The glittering lights of Vegas - and their broken dreams - recede in my rear-view window. Deep in the night I cross through Arizona into Utah. I've retraced my roadtrip steps - with this exact car - from end of 2012.
I awake this morning to blustery crisp morning winds. I can still smell the warmth of the Mojave desert. I'll leave her behind today as I head north to the Salt Lake. And then head east in the Heart Land.
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