25.07.2011 50 °C
Hi again -
It's been a while since I last posted onto our travel blog. It's only hit me recently that the LA to NY family trip was the beginning of something much more deeper and wider than I could ever have envisaged. The memories of the US are tiny patches of warmth that I tend to when I need that longed for solitude and comfort. They have become escape portholes into a past that I ressurect into my present and future. Writing has become a way of life for me, and I am inspired by the past in the various American states, where time was not an option and the road was the measurement of our lives. The feeling of being constrained into a small country, with oppressive mouthing offs and firey rages heating up like volcanos, are now almost past. Seeing beyond the horizon has become a way of life not just for me, but for many of my friends. I have watched the blinkers drop and the imagination soaring to work out just what they want to do and where they intend to go. The time for tolerance is gone, and once again our own personal roads are being mapped out. The unity in the family has solidified even further, to the point that I feel at times part of a swell of gained experiences and caught shared moments in time. While most still live in the magnetic earth of day to dayness, others are pushing on for creative stars and hoping to touch them. Looking up is all well and good, but reaching out and catching them is much more important.