Vacation Musings

Random thoughts and observations from our road-trip around Maine and Canada: 

There is something to be said for getting away. Leaving behind the stress of the wild,  and the mundane is healing in and of itself. Driving north while holding hands with my husband enhances these feelings of letting go. 

How lovely to see the seemingly infinite number of times I can re-learn the joy of the journey, not the destination on a long drive. And how humbling too! 

Fort Kent Maine is every bit as quiet, simple, and sustaining to my soul as it was six years ago during Labor Day Weekend. And thank you Universe for reminding me that I cut my last trip short back then to return to my newfound handsome prince. 

Seeing the stock house in town, I am reminded how fascinated I was with pictures of it when I was a child. I used to build versions of the fort with my Lincoln Logs back in the sixties. Finding it open today and climbing the stairs to the second floor made me happy in a way that only the child within could understand. 

I love driving while Rod dozes in the passenger seat. I feel like the ultimate recipient of his trust when he does this, even though I know he can nap at the drop of a hat. 

On a long drive, my head/thoughts can still take me to dark places. This happens for longer periods and greater frequency than I care to admit. But coming clean about this and other behaviors has been the key thing that has saved me from my past. 

I need to trust directions from others. There is no need for anxiety when I think I'm lost. Hmmm . . . Metaphor. 😉

There is a wonderful sense of accomplishment I get from taking a road-trip. 

Every time I do this, I forget about the need to shut off my cell phone in Canada to avoid fees. I will contact my aging parents tomorrow, and also check in with others in recovery, via landline. I will also leave word tonight via e-mail with other family members. 

Looking at tomorrow's drive brings a wealth of possibilities. 

Peace, 

M 😊