A few months ago, my father came up with a plan to visit several national parks on a family road trip of sorts. I flew from my home in San Antonio to meet him, my mother, and sister in Portland, OR.
This morning I had the horrible realization that I haven’t posted a thing about my lovely adventure in Lake Tahoe in…..wait for it…..July.
“HELP!” I yell across the water. Julia is paddling 200ft ahead. She turns back with a quizzical look.
I took this picture back in 2011, on the beach of Lake Michigan. Yesterday, as I was going through my picture files, reminiscing and dreaming the recurrent travel dream, I understood why. Yes, sunsets make me weak in the knees. Yes, I wish I was a mermaid and could swim all day and night. But the reason I love this photo is that it gets a slew of “The Wizard of Oz” quotes whizzing through my brain! “It presents the idea of the epic journey, “Follow the Yellow-brick road!” “You had the power all along.” These are things we forget in the day-to-day journey, and it’s a nice reminder. My good buddy, Paulo, puts it best in terms of “fighting the good fight.”
“And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams—we have refused to fight the good fight.”
Paulo Coehlo, “The Pilgrimage”