Today marks my 22nd day on the road. I am 5 hours from home by car, but sticking around Houston to offer a Sacred Cacao Ceremony to a gathering of creatives. The closer I get to home, the more homesick I grow, and yet…. I am still deeply engaged in the adventure.
One of the ways I am doing that is by processing the trip…especially the parts I just didn’t foresee. You see, even though I spent over two weeks of the trip driving by myself, I felt as if I had Silent Passengers. I never felt that I was alone.
Sometimes the Silent Passenger was my husband, even though he was at our home in South Texas when I up roaming in the Northern parts of the U.S. I found myself talking to him in my mind, pointing out landmarks, crazy cars, interesting signs, and public art.
Sometimes the Silent Passengers were my parents. My mom was the one I pointed out the prolific wildflowers to, who was beside me when I screamed with delight upon crossing the Mighty Mississippi for the first time since I was traveling to Kentucky with her at age five, and who I sang to while diving through the Ozarks by moonlight.
My dad traveled with me through Memphis. He visited the Sun Studio where Elvis changed music history, made the trek not far from there where Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. made his last speech and to where he took his last breath.
Most of the time, my Silent Passenger was YOU, dear tribe. I took you with me in my pocket, making wishes for your own life changing journeys, for moments where everything gets brighter than you have remembered it being in a long time, where you dare to take on the adventure that rises up out of the seat of your heart.
That is the best part of the journey of life, when we choose to live our loveliest lives, it blesses the masses. Every time we choose courage, it encourages another to think….perhaps I could. I wonder what my journey might inspire in you. Take me with you and let me be your Silent Passenger. I am ready!
Wow, I never thought of it that way. I have many silent passengers in my life. I see things I want to share with my husband, my parents, my children, my friends. I remember stories, kept safe in my mind until the next time I meet that person and can deliver it in person. They are in my heart…they are my silent passengers through my life. How wonderful. Thank you for the imagery. And for allowing us to be passengers on your trip.
I love sharing themes like this….you know that resonate with others. You were a passenger in more ways tan one. I loved meeting with you!
And a lovely trip it’s been for each of your silent passengers. The energies you sent out were received with open hearts. as the Traveling Gypsy arrives home may she continue to be blessed with light and creativity.
Thanks, Joss! Your blessing is gleefully accepted and cherished.
Beautiful, Rachel! I am happy you had such a beautiful journey, and I have enjoyed riding along. 🙂
Stacie, it is always a huge delight to hear from you. Was so glad to have you on the journey in spirit…and on this bigger journey of life as well!