There comes a time when the risk to remain tight in a bud is more painful than the risk to blossom.

This year has broken me wide open. There are cracks in my heart and my spirit as wide as the ocean. How does one even start to repair a pain so deep? There were many days where I would find myself alone, driving in my car to the bank to close my Dad's accounts, or to the graveyard, funeral home, anywhere, thinking to myself "...What if I just keep driving?" and that's what I'm doing. 

I am getting in my fast car and leaving on a loosely planned solo road trip tomorrow across Canada and the US. I will be eating up all the cheesy cliche stuff that could possibly help me mend my inner wounds. New friends, sure! Church, yes! Meditation, you betcha!

See you on the open road. 

In the wise words of Tracey Chapman (and also a darn good song):

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way