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November 29, 2006
on travel
oh, how i want to go...somewhere. most of the time i am wanting to go to a somewhere and breathe different air, explore, be changed, find another corner of myself that's gotten musty and air it out. i will, hopefully, never lose this longing.
Frances Mayes (the author most famous for the book Under the Tuscan Sun) speaks of this. reading the following, i felt like she'd seen right into my head and heart:
travel pushes my boundaries. when you travel, you become invisible, if you want. i do want. i like to be the observer. what makes people who they are? could i feel at home here? when travelling, you have the delectable possibility of not understanding a word of what is said to you. language becomes simply a musical background for watching bicycles zoom alongside a canal, calling for nothing from you. travel releases spontaneity. you become a creature full of choice, free to visit the stately pleasure domes, make love in the morning, sketch a bell tower. you open, as in childhood, and -- for a time -- receive this world. there's the visceral aspect, too -- the huntress who is free. free to go, free to return home bringing memories to lay on the hearth.
my hearth is very full, but there is always room for more.
Posted by hadashi at November 29, 2006 6:44 PM
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