Reverb #22: Travel

December 22 – Travel. How did you travel in 2010? How and/or where would you like to travel next year? This one's subtle: how, not where. But I don't think I can get to the how until I list some of the where.

So... the literal answer:

  • DisneyWorld: excitedly, stressfully, joyfully, with the delight of a child, or three to be exact.
  • Houston, TX: nostalgically, gratefully, with a realization of how far I've come and that I'm not likely to return. That is, I may live there again someday, and will surely visit, but of course, I cannot go back.
  • Davidson, NC: with my beloved clergy group: great growth, depth, intellectual rigor and hilarity. It is, without exaggeration, one of my favorite weeks of the year.
  • Collegeville, MN (writing retreat): sinking more deeply into the writing vocation, deep breaths, unhurried, yet incredibly productive.
  • Montreat, NC: great joy, barefoot sabbath times, late night conversations with dear friends.
  • Paris: intuitively, mindfully, with the guidebooks tucked into the suitcase but no agenda beyond that.
  • Prague: as a pilgrim, willing to be guided by others more fluent in the city than I; along for the ride, a rare position for me.
  • Ocean City, MD: a trip of less than 24 hours, a combination of business and pleasure---long sessions of training was the "business," and sleeping with the windows open to the sea breeze was the pleasure.

The figurative answer is that in 2010 I traveled light and I traveled with baggage; I traveled rigidly in time and space, and I traveled "Sabbathly"; I traveled in solitude and in community; I traveled mindfully and in a sleepwalk.

Next year: I want to go to Collegeville again. The clergy group will go to Austin in May. I'm hoping for a trip to Dallas. And I want to start making plans for a "big trip" with the whole family (perhaps international) in 2012.

How I want to travel: I'm thinking about a word for next year, and the word that keeps coming up is "rootedness." So I want to live in that paradoxical space in which I venture into some new, exciting territory, while remaining grounded in what is true, good and life-giving. Like that T.S Eliot verse that is so beloved:

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.

Image: one of the subway stops in Prague. I like the lines on it.