Back from my road trip…

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Back from my road trip…

I needed to get away; from where I live, away from the multitude of “retired” people who live around me, and the stress they put upon their lives and try to push into mine.  I needed to drive, listen to music, spend all day smiling without my heart feeling infringed upon or standing still.  I wanted to be happy and carefree as I drove away from Wisconsin.

The road stretched forever over the flatlands of Illinois.  After driving all day it was time to stop, nightfall was quickly approaching and I was still in Illinois.  The small towns scattered along the way some bustling, others stood like ghosts from yesteryear.  A hot tub and a swim took care of the stiffness and people watching built new characters in my mind.  I had no problem with sleep as I prepared for the rest of my drive through tall, narrow Illinois.

Waking to a swim and breakfast of fruit  I stared out the window at wind and rain; ahead lay an endless road and pounding windshield wipers, then suddenly the sun came through the clouds and I was in Kentucky.   For a while, my thoughts reflected on my life and what route it might be taking me; I recharted my destiny and smiled with the thought of following my own dreams.  The rolling hills of Kentucky and Tennessee open up my mind to my past and future.

It seems as if I have been lost my whole life within a world that I did not plan for myself and I remembered the old cliché, is this all there is?  My dreams had slept for years waiting to be awakened as I collected life’s baggage and continue to question life.  At times the question haunts me still, Is this all there is?

I stopped in Alabama to visit family, eat familiar foods, swim in blue waters and get back in touch with my roots; the ones that I ran from years ago.  Leaving to return home, I circled back into the hills of Tennessee, lingered among the folks there and took in the smells and sights of the South.  I allowed myself to enjoy the beauty of Kentucky and grand horses that grazed upon blue grasses.  I somehow glided through Illinois without noticing the flatness; it was no longer boring to me.

When I reached the sign that read, Wisconsin, I knew that I was home; I love the South, but I had been gone too long.  Past that Wisconsin sign the grass looked greener, the air fresher and I smiled.  It took two weeks and over two-thousand miles for me to realize that I did not need a road trip to find peace and happiness, it was around me; it was the place that I had lived for years and had not really called home.  Those of my age living in the village that I had considered “God’s Waiting Room” would soon turn into characters in yet another story and their aging lives would no longer impact mine, as age did not fit into my plans.  I love my home, my little village; and I could already smell the wonderful scents of home baked bread coming from Saturday’s farmers market, taste the season’s vegetables.

As I pulled into my garage, I had but one thought…now it is time to get back to my dreams, the dreams that were mine.   eajm
 

Author: Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree

Artist/Writer of Fiction, Poetry, Prose and Thoughts, Opinions Born in Alabama to a Native American (Chickasaw) father and an emotionally absent mother since the Author's birth, raised by her father, her Native American great-grandmother and an African-American woman whom were all grand storytellers. As early as four years old she was roaming the countryside around her home alone or with her father; and at night she sat at the feet of these strong-minded individuals listening to the stories of their lives. Summers she lived with her fathers' sister in Birmingham, Alabama; it was that she would discover a library, and mingle with her aunt's circle of friends that included local writers, artist, and politicians. A cabin deep within the Black Warrior Forest was her playground on the weekends. Her aunt encouraged her imagination by introducing her to journaling, which she filled with stories over the summer. Planted was the desire to write, a seedling waiting to spurt from the warm southern heart of a child. Her love of art and painting came through the teachings of a grammar school teacher which she pursues when the well of words dry up when writing. Throughout the years along with her father, great-great-grandmother, and her beloved Aunt Francis, other influences were her high school English teacher Mrs. S. Odom, writers Faulkner, Capote, Fitzgerald, and Harper Lee. Later in life, she discovered the warm and comic writing of Grace Paley. The vivid poetry of William Carlos Williams; the strong poetry of Phyllis McGinley, and the world's most exciting women, Maya Angelou are some of the poets at the top of her list. Nonetheless, with adulthood, the desire to write buried itself deep within, the dream wilted but did not die. It laid dormant, gaining experiences all written in hidden journals. These experiences, the contents of these journals became short stories and poetry reading to share with the world. She writes of many life experiences in poetry format; questioning everything from Mother Nature to God...the poetry is raw and may not be understood by all. Yet, it comes from deep within and reads of truth within her soul. The harshness that shrouded her life would cause her to withdraw from most of the world; it fills the pages of her writing, the heartache, the abuse, and the denial her mother frankly portrayed. Today, she enjoys her children, grand and great grandchildren, her four-legged companion Mason, they live in Southern Wisconsin...far from her southern roots; however she continues to write and paint daily. Ann has published in Kindle eBooks and paperbacks at Amazon.com: Book #1 Echoing Images from the Soul 2012 Book #2 Beyond the Voices 2012 Book #3 Reflections of Poetry 2013 Book #4 Honeysuckle Memories 2013 Book #5 Sachets of Poetry on Adoration, Anger, Asylums and Aspirations 2014 Book #6 My Journey into Art 2014 Book #7 Asterial Thoughts

17 thoughts on “Back from my road trip…”

  1. excellent post Elizabeth, I wonder that same thing sometimes, and sometimes a change of scenery is all that’s needed to reignite the coals of a love for everything. Glad your trip was a success and that you made it back sound. Welcome back :)

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  2. Marvellous ! The journey and the way you made it lively through insightful thoughts enroute ,made a beautiful read.yes it is all near us, in fact within us, no need to search it elsewhere! My post ” near or far : my God with me ” echoes a similar tone.

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