The New Year: The Journey’s All the Time

By Dr. Norris Frederick

I’ve been traveling down interstates 77 and 81 for about 3 hours, and the roar of trucks going 75 mph is getting to me.  I’m on the way to the Virginia mountains to meet my friend Ike Casey for our annual fall hike.  As I take a rest stop break near Roanoke, I look at the map and see what looks like good roads that will get me off the interstate NOW.  I can’t wait to start this journey through the back roads.

I’m exhilarated as I leave I-81 and get on route 311, a nice two-lane with newly painted white stripes dividing the road.  The quiet, the clear view of nearby grass and trees in sight as I travel at 45 mph instead of 70 on the barren interstate.  How wonderful it is to take the back roads!  I sigh with relaxation and happiness.

Then things begin to change.  After a short while my route takes a right, and I notice that there is no center line at all.  The road takes sharp turns first to the left, then back again to the right.  I pass through the small town of New Castle, which amazingly has a Subway, and I consider stopping.  But I’m already behind schedule to meet Ike, so I keep on driving, munching on trail mix. As I leave the town, I get behind a car creeping along, and I’m very frustrated.

Twenty minutes later I’m driving through a forest. It’s suddenly become rather dark, and the GPS signal has disappeared.  There’s a “Road Narrows” sign, and after the road indeed does narrow there is a “Narrow Bridge” sign.  After a while comes another tiny bridge, this time without any warning sign.  Then the road narrows again until I think that surely I am driving in someone’s driveway, just big enough for one car.

Why did I come on this stupid journey?  Impulsiveness?  A lack of persistence, when my destination was clear on well-marked roads?

Journeys 

In a period of about 90 minutes, the frame with which I was understanding and feeling the drive changed dramatically.  What I originally framed as an exciting and meaningful “journey” was unconsciously primed by my perceptions of the growing dark and the narrowing, unmarked, and unsigned road to an experience of being endangered or lost.  I felt a bit like cattle being herded into a dead-end canyon.  I wanted OUT OF THERE!

The idea that my life, my year, or my day is “a journey” is a powerful metaphor.  “Journey” and “journal” come from the same Old French and Latin roots for “day,” the former meaning a day’s travel or work, the latter meaning a daily record.  Unlike “trip,” “journey” implies a travel of considerable distance[i], and by implication, I think, “journey” also implies meaningful travel, just as a journal is an effort to record meaning in one’s life.

Every physical journey has an inward side, the awareness and state of consciousness of the person on the journey.  Too often we are like me on the back roads of the Virginia mountain.  We experience boredom, then excitement as the journey commences, followed soon by fear and worry – of being lost or late, or not achieving goals, or some possible future event.  As it turned out, I wasn’t lost on that journey on the back roads.  Despite my needless worry, my journey was as worthwhile as my destination.

We wait for the new year and for some transforming event for the journey to begin.  We don’t see what is right in front of us, and so we miss our lives.  As Aileen and Elkin Thomas sing so beautifully inThe Journey,” the journey’s all the time.

“Of all the time and space
our lives have occupied,

Right now is where we’ve come to be,
The journey’s not what’s going to be,
The journey’s all the time,
The journey’s all the time.”

 

Every day and every hour offers us possibilities.  If we are aware of what is unconsciously priming our experience, we have a better chance of consciously framing that experience in a way that is both more workable and meaningful.  We have to train ourselves to do that, but awareness is the first step.

May your journey in 2018 be a meaningful one.


[i] Webster’s New World Dictionary, College Edition (The World Publishing Company, 1960).

 

18 thoughts on “The New Year: The Journey’s All the Time”

  1. Beautifully written and oh so true. Every journey is an adventure and ultimately teaches us more about ourselves.

  2. It was a great journey with you last September. As I reflect on that time; I want to return to that feeling of being so “there” as I was when we walked through the flowers to an open expanse. This post reminds me that I am “there” now. I just have to live in the now.

    Thanks for taking me “there” – now.

    1. Ike,

      Thanks for being on these journeys — and this journey – with me. You help me to understand it.

      Norris

  3. Norris, I believe this post is best one yet at least from my perspective. Really meaningful and made me think about my own ‘journey’. Also you must tell me sometime what happened next after the narrow little bridge – was afraid this was going to turn into a ‘Deliverance’ situation…so glad you made it safely to your destination! A wonderful story. Loved it!

    1. Virginia,

      Thanks so very much! I’m so glad to have you as a sister on our journey and our journeys.

      Norris

    1. Thank you, Bob. Back roads are the way to go when you want to make time good. And thanks for the literary reference!

  4. Also had a similar experience this past year, and find the unsettling travels often wind up to be most memorable. I’ve decided that no matter how difficult or narrow the road becomes, I’m okay as long as there’s no banjo music.

  5. Norris, I found this post rang true for my own experience. I often find myself feeling “on the cusp” of the next part of my journey, while not recognizing that where I am at this moment IS my journey, as the song lyrics stated. Thanks for this reminder, friend.

  6. Norris, that was great. Thanks for getting my 2018 started on the right foot. I’m going to think more on these things you’ve shared. Happy New Year!

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