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| FROM THE TIME I BOUGHT MY FIRST CAR, I have had a love of driving. In my next life, I want to be a racecar driver. I thought I might get to it this time, but doesn't look like it. Whenever I'm experiencing dramas or stress in my life, I have always found peace and answers to the questions that plague me while I drive. I find night driving to be especially therapeutic. I can remember driving around for hours playing Lionel Richie's Stuck On You over and over again one dark winter night while trying to get over breaking up with my college sweetheart. Other times, my spirit guides would talk with me answering my questions about life and what direction I ought to go in next. Driving is great therapy. Remember when families used to pile up
together in the station wagon for a nice long Sunday drive? Maybe somewhere
in those drives was the glue that holds the family unit together like
Family Game Somewhere between the passersby on the street and the song lyrics we find common ground to laugh together or to discuss some thought rattling through one of our heads. I couldn't tell you how many times I was daydreaming about something while driving down the road only to have one of my kids immediately bring up the subject and want to have an in-depth conversation about it. Every time we go on a family road trip, we come back completely reconnected and emotionally healed. During this summer, we took a road trip down to the Redwoods and decided to take the scenic route along Highway 101 for a change. It was an amazingly beautiful drive especially in a convertible while singing along together to great music. The sun shone down on us as we sang along with Melissa Etheridge's new CD Lucky. There's a line in the title track where she says, I want to see how lucky Lucky can be. I want to ride with my Angel and live shockingly. I want to drive to the edge and into the sea. I want to see how lucky Lucky can be. The entire CD is very upbeat happy music about feeling good and feeling strong in who you are. If anyone's depressed and needs a pick-me-up, I highly recommend buying that CD and renting a convertible to drive around in while listening to it. If you don't feel better by the time you're done, then you need more help then I know how to give. During that same road trip we also listened to Bob Seger's Greatest Hits and a couple of other favorites. The point is, that good music while cruising along on a sunny day is good for the soul. Other times, I listen to mixes that I've
put together of songs that trigger my more spiritual side. As I sing
along driving under the full moon, Sometimes, when I used to commute an hour each way to and from work, I would be worrying about money problems or politics at work or some other topic and the angels would suddenly make their presence known to me by showing me a sign that we'd agreed on between us. Just knowing they were there listening to me as I worried was reassuring. Other times, I'd want to just enjoy the music or the morning comedy show put on by my favorite DJs. The angels would come and insist that we have a meeting right then and there. Perhaps they knew I was a captive audience? Doesn't matter, they were always right and they always left me feeling great about where my life would be going next. My favorite, though, will always be long drives in nature. Stop and go city driving doesn't really do it. You have to lose yourself in the beauty of the rolling hills or the patchwork of the farming country. You have to see the moon shimmering off of a lake. There's just something magical about it all. Sometimes I think that I should just get a Winnebago and a laptop computer with a dish tacked on so that I could be on a perpetual road trip until the day I die. But I do love the feeling of coming home when the road trip is done and the healing has begun to process through my heart. I could probably write a whole other article about the wonderful feeling of 'coming home' that one gets after a long trip. Sometimes when I was commuting and the day was long and there was road construction or some other delay, it could feel great to arrive at home just having been gone since breakfast! I've never really learned to meditate
and I don't know that I want to anymore. I get the same thing
from long drives and from music. I get closer to God while driving through
a twisting turning mountain pass road with the top down then I do while
sitting in church. It's not that I don't love my church,
it's just that they don't let me pick the music and sing
as loud as I want! |
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