I began reading Coehlo again and immediately found page 35 chock full 'o' thought provoking tidbits! I love the road guide's description of travel as a rebirth. I always get that feeling that the scenery is somehow MORE colorful when you are gazing at an unfamiliar landscape or that place that serves as your very own "place of retreat". Heightened senses delight in rare treats, sounds and aromas that evoke more than the everyday response. I think it is also true that we treat our travels as "episodes", not as errands, or some lesser designation reserved for humdrum chores and local haunts. The episodic design (Coehlo and Jesus love a good parable) packs much activity into a visit or expedition, perhaps there is a goal or a destination at the outset, and the trip unfolds in stages. I guess they could be chacterized typically. In this, I am starting to say that travels are like stories. Maybe the stages are as follows (?):
- Looking Ahead to the Journey: feelings could be excitement/anticipation/ambivilance/apprehension: from these feels you can explicate a backstory/reasoning behind travel/motivations
- "Dura-Journey"- my 10th grade English teacher might call this phase "the rising action" and it's all the fun you have on your trip and every moment spent getting from point A to B, etc. Sometimes the interim moments on trips are when you do a lot of learning and changing--much like Coehlo's morning ritual of practicing the yoga-like Seed Exercise. Maybe a faraway land is where you seek to find yourself, but the getting there is just as necessary to the complete idea of a "trip".
- "Homesick or Sick of Home"- at the end of a journey, you again become aware of some obligatory "outside world" beyond travel where you have a job, an empty cardboard roll on your t.p. dispenser, a daunting laundry mountain. You begin to mentally ease yourself into understanding that you must soon return to less extravagant nomadism. Perhaps you cannot wait to return home to answering machines and the people who populate your typical days. Or maybe you wish to trapse about indefintely.
Have I mentioned yet that I notice a recurring "stages" theme in this book thus far?
These are my thoughts as I enter Stage I. The Belle is on her way down to the swampy South, Florida specifically, early Wednesday morning.










