Road Trip of the Soul

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking out at the years gone by like so many summer fields
-Running on Empty, the great JB

I'm looking forward to road-tripping back to San Antonio in August. Texas and the Western U.S. are very good for road tripping. Not too hard, relatively flat, big skies, great for thinking. Nothing I love more than some precious time alone in my car, Jackson Browne and some other C.D.s blasting out of my car stereo, A/C just the way I like it, blue skies and the sun beating down upon my face, and a destination, to which I'll come to in time. . . . in time.

Photo: Drive from Sedona, Arizona, to Grand Canyon. Summer 2008. (Really?!? It seems so long ago, yet it was only last July.)

because it needs saying.

I love it when things fall into place so perfectly. You get your stars aligned right, and the universe just says, "Oh, well, actually, that works out quite nicely for you. You'll do," and the path is revealed to you, and. . .

the river opens for the righteous, and the river opens for the righteous, someday, someday. (JB, duh.)