I love the road. I love being behind the wheel of my car and just driving for hours, a vague destination in mind. There is peace. There could be music, there could be an audio book, a phone conversation, or there could be silence. Pure, blissful silence as the trees fly by, the towns change, the landscape transforms.
There is this sense of adventure that fills my being on long, meandering drives. Where will I go? Where will I end up? What direction to take… no literally, do I go left, right, straight? What resonates? It doesn’t matter as long as my tank is relatively full and driving conditions traversable. It’s just me and the road, not knowing what is around the next curve, in the next sound I’ll hear, or smell.
When I am being cerebral, I equate my long drives to my life. I’m able and willing to pivot quickly; making a close unexpected turn and follow an unknown road. Knowing I can always find my way back to the comfort of familiar roads if they call to me. Or I can continue down whatever highway, town road, or off roading I find myself drawn to… for that moment. There is no wrong path. As is my life; no wrong turns, just lessons and exploration to experience.
In the silence of drives, I get the chance to look inwards. What demons do I have hidden in my many closets, or fears? Which one am I willing to gently extract and let go of? How can I shift my inner world to experience more ease, expansion, and grace on this new adventure and all spheres of my life? How can I interact with myself and others in a more compassionate way?
For all the other times, I am just me. Singing off tune, feeling the steering wheel in my hand, cruise control is on (if I can get away with it) with my left foot tucked under my right leg, cozy, eyes on the road. Feeling the sense of freedom, I get with going somewhere distant, and excitement for whatever possibilities unravel from this particular adventure. Loving my car, my sense of courage, grateful that there are roads for me to travel on and loving each road I have chosen to take… even the rough ones. I have learned to never ignore the call of the road.
~Krysta B, New Hampshire
All Love Letters’ are pristine, posted as they were received. Please forgive any spelling and grammar issues, since the writing was done in the throes of love, and sometimes love doesn’t care about commas or misplaced letters.
