Tuesday, November 25, 2008


I wonder where these tracks go... I am sure they lead to someplace magical. I have always had a need to get away. To escape my present reality, if even for a day.

My ex mother in law understood this, and every so often we would run away. We had responsibilities, so it would take planning, but we would pick an area and off we would go. One time we went to the Oregon Coast. We saw tons of covered bridges on the way, explored new restaurants. And we wrote in travel journals. Inner exploration has always been a necessary component of running away for me. Last time I saw her she brought up that travel journal. She had written "I'm writing in this because Robyn said I have to!" but she wrote... and she can recall her feelings easily during that journey.

Another trip, we went to Sisters. Sisters is a cute little tourist town in Oregon. We happened upon this motel called the Tom Tom Motel. It looked like a total dive... "I am not staying at the Tom Tom" I had told her. But the price was right, so we did. It turned out to be the most magical place! Each room was decorated differently, ours was all fish, and it even had an aquarium in the room! The owner also served us breakfast in our room each morning we were there. They had a lovely courtyard area with a bench swing and flowers. I've never been back, but I remember it fondly.

I don't need to stay gone long. But I do need to explore, to take chances. My body, my soul, is yearning for such a trip right now. I went alone and explored both weekend days last week, but it was only for a couple of hours. Not long enough to recharge. No planned destination, or perhaps just a general area.

My first husband was Air Force. We moved every 6 months to 2 years. I did very well in that environment. Perhaps I am a traveler. I get stagnant if I sit still for long. I need to plan a solitary trip!


Melissa said...

Sisters - what a cool name! I gotta go there someday.

You have a gypsy soul. I think that's lovely. So many are so caught up in the day to day stuff that they don't spend any time seeking their own selves. And then they wonder why they are unhappy and stressed.


Geoff Schutt said...

Following Melissa's comment about your gypsy soul, Robyn, most days, we feel like gypsies, too.

The open road, with no clear destination, is perhaps the most beautiful road of all.

-- Geoff & Eleanor

P.S. Melissa, may we second that "Bliss?" Here goes: "To Bliss!"

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