I've never been a HUGE fan of the Steve Miller Band, but the song is in my head today as I finish up my packing and get ready to leave on another new adventure. I think of a river that may meander & slow, or pick up speed and run over everything in its path, but eventually gets to the sea.
Unlike my better, big sister, I was NOT done packing last night. Instead, I put that off until this morning, preferring to take care of my errands & chores first. I set up the blog, typed up an itinerary, cleaned out the fridge, and packed the dog's food (Molly's going on a vacation to Aunt April's house).
I think Marcel Proust wrote that the true voyage of discovery consists in not discovering new landscapes, but discovering new eyes. I know that we'll see new landscapes on this journey, but I hope to find new eyes as well. I want to see what all of this looks like through Katie's innocent eyes, or for myself, as one who is so enmeshed in the modern hustle of life, to discover timeless treasures and castles in which time stands still. As I wax poetic, maybe that is what I am searching for (at least for today). For time to stand still, for life to slow down, for my daughter to stop growing up quite so fast.
So I'll finish the last minute toy-packing (hint -- NEVER try to pack toys for a trip while the toys' 3 year-old owner is watching) and try AGAIN to enter grades. And then soon, we'll be off for the first leg of the journey. I'm so excited for y'all to be on this trip with us.
Bon voyage,
Michelle
Michelle,
ReplyDeleteDid you actually read Proust? I gave it a valiant effort--read about 300 pages, which translates into 10% of Remembrances of Things Past.
Have fun and grab some new eyes.
VB