I have been traveling lately.
I have loved visiting school kids, talking about writing, and encouraging wide eyed youngsters to stay curious and use their imaginations.
What I have enjoyed the most is sharing stories with people I have met and those I have stayed with, not just random stories, but their stories.
I loved sitting in Aunt Corrine’s kitchen, a hot cup of coffee in hand, enjoying each other’s company before exploring the Art Museum, where we looked at the timeless classics of Monet, Renoir, and Picasso. All of who had looked at life differently. Daring to paint outside of what was considered the “standard”.
I have taken the El..Orange and red line. Navigated the Chicago buses and caught the Metra and Amtrak.
Maybe that is the lesson we can learn from some of the artists of the past.
I find myself more alert to my surroundings and appreciative of the small things such as ornate gables on tall granite buildings. I linger on wide sidewalks in established neighborhoods where thick trees provide leafy canopies of exploding fall color.
Sometimes a little break in our everyday life can offer us a fresh perspective
You don’t need to travel half way across the country, maybe just a walk down the street in your own neighborhood will help reset, renew, and recharge your journey.
Write a book worth reading or live a life worth writing about.
Life is full of adventure.